Thoughts Cursed

My thoughts are cursed.

Of course it hurts when the words I'm taught turn to swords & verbs.

My lord it burns, I'm scorched, it's torture to look towards the hordes on Earth.

My corpse is burned from the court, their jerks.

I thought we ought to learn.

I walked in the storm to earn, giving form to tort the terms.

To talk is war on my nerves.