Sadism

The bird wasn't always caged, but the bars were being made long before the bird ever got it's first taste of captivity. For it takes a special type of steel to crush a spirit. It takes a special type of cage to have bars but deny any hope. The best cage is one that is meant to both hold something captive and hold something private. To so stunt the growth of an animal that is destined to be large that even its mind believes the morose nature of its indictment to be just and self determined. It was predetermined. The only variable is the bird. My cage has been set for years and the only thing delaying its use is the lack of a stunning enough bird to devastate. That has changed. The trap has sprung and in it lies the very essence and, ironically, humanity of a beautiful songbird. The future of the bird is unimportant, all that matters is that my bars wrought of pure contempt and jealousy will have forever scarred and left their mark on its throat. I am the cage. I am why you sing