the truth of it
"I feel like yelling. I want to fucking choke them, I see the bombs falling, falling all around me, falling around you. But the explosions dont kill us. We grow, mutate, and continue to fight the "good" fight. Pushing forward, with the gusto of a linebacker, and the strenght of ten. Gotta keep going, gotta keep fighting. Life without conflict is death. If it isn't her its him. If it isn't him its "god". The world suffers from my actions, because although none of them will ever know my fight, I give humanity a bad name. I'm reversing evolution. Back to the stone age. Back to the killing age. Back.
I wake up the next morning, the memory and pain from last nights battle still has me sore and limits mobility. I try to get up, my breath stops, I panic, for only a second - and I regain control.
I open the door, to a new world. desolate. Nothing here is useful. Its all carpet bombed, half missing, and aflame.
I sigh. The world is my fault. People hate and kill because I thought I was right. In the end no one is right. There is no right or wrong, only consequences. We both thought we had the will of man, our own belief on our side. In the end there is no side. Soon we'll be dead. This petty war wasn't worth it. Instead of argueing that little thing, I should have embraced our likeness. Held parades. Anything. No sum of money, no education, no better life for me is worth this crap. No one profits from it. Soon we'll be dead.
I was."
I wake up the next morning, the memory and pain from last nights battle still has me sore and limits mobility. I try to get up, my breath stops, I panic, for only a second - and I regain control.
I open the door, to a new world. desolate. Nothing here is useful. Its all carpet bombed, half missing, and aflame.
I sigh. The world is my fault. People hate and kill because I thought I was right. In the end no one is right. There is no right or wrong, only consequences. We both thought we had the will of man, our own belief on our side. In the end there is no side. Soon we'll be dead. This petty war wasn't worth it. Instead of argueing that little thing, I should have embraced our likeness. Held parades. Anything. No sum of money, no education, no better life for me is worth this crap. No one profits from it. Soon we'll be dead.
I was."