Finding myself alone in a cage, slaving days to earn rations and cosmetics. I was given injections of an unknown serum, administered by the people that captured and enslaved me. They let me out once every 3 days to shower. Small bar of soap and a single blade razor. Hand rolled tobacco. Cries of insanity. Pleas of innocents. Dreams of guilt. Nightmares of pleasure. Plans of revenge.

Revenge is the best success.

After being forced to sew uniforms while captive, I resorted to sewing for recreation upon my release into the wild. Pieces primitive in essence but recreated through experience. Exhibiting pain and rebellion. Glory, anarchy, lust and passion. Fucked up views from a fucked up person in a fucked up world.

No right or wrong, just rich or poor. The fortunate and the fucked. The strong prey on the weak. The weak worship false idols, lack heart for action, longing for change with no stomach for struggle. Hypnotized by others and the spoils of their victory. They copy the wave, Non compliant are enslaved.

I am the one that climbed out the mud. That crawled out the rubble. That raised from the smoke. Stood tall in front of man. That ran from the lights. Lived in the streets and ate with the wolves. Always Hungry… Never Starved… This is my story. This is my revenge. This is 14N1.