Sulfur Stackers
Deep below in sulfur stained caverns they carve out yellow canopies. Golden skinned wretches smash, hack and pick away in noxious tunnels. Pushed down here for and locked away for the ancestors running. Everything stained a sickly sweet yellow. Not the sunshine yellow nor the yellow found within the kinder parts of nature. The off yellow, the tinged with green yellow, the nauseating disgusting yellow. Every part of life down in the tunnels is that shade, they know nothing else. Thrown off amber, gold, blonde, flaxen and lemon. Every horrid shade of it lances permeates within the sulfur hell.
Our ancestors ran from war they had no part of. Desperate to escape the slaughter from both sides they ran to the nearby caves praying for safe salvation. Regardless of the winning side our forefathers lives were forfeit. The king found it fitting that as they lived life as yellow cowards so would the sons and daughters. Pushing us deep, deep down into the mines.
Generations have been birthed and have died down here. Over flows and titanic rumblings rip apart hundreds of us. Our skin ruptures and bleeds yellow, we survive on naught but the dream of escape. The surface dwellers do not care, we are nothing more than a yellow resource to them the same as the sulfur they rip from our hands. We and sulfur are one and the same.
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