death surrounds us, it drives us to do things that we would otherwise never attempt. the fear of our demise drives the logic and facts out of our mind. but it is nothing more than the shedding of our physical existence, a way for us to be free of our mortal bonds. as the saying goes: "death is only the beginning". the facts are easy to follow and understand, albeit complicated. it is much easier to believe in a delusion created by our fragile psyche than to accept an inevitable truth.
humans are the only living creatures on earth that know they will one day die. animals, plants, the periodic elements; they know nothing about death. the knowledge of death creates a fear of our lives ending. and when directly faced with death we attempt to flee from it. but the fact is that all things one day cease to exist. nothing is immune to the ravages caused by the sands of time.
there are many things in this universe that we have yet to understand. for anyone who has suffered at the lifeless hands of the reaper, we wonder what happens after death. is life really all we put into it? I mean is it really true that no mater what we do we only have one life to live? if we only get one chance and we cease to exist upon death, then why would life be worth living? what is the point in living a life that has no value?
death comes for us all, as an inevitable supernova, and yet we deny it. we fight, we scream, we kick, we run, and we refuse to give in till our last breath. we as humans refuse the truth and the inevitable, and instead accept the lies and reflections in our souls. we would rather believe a happy peaceful lie fabricated by others than accept a horrible desolate truth we discovered ourselves.
move past the lies, fly beyond fictions tantalizing gaze, find the light, and find your way. accept the truth and deny despair any hold upon your heart. find the truth within the lies, and the lies within the truth. you cannot always trust what your eyes can see, and suspension of disbelief is often your best friend. forgive and NEVER FORGET, do not hate because of actions against you, and remember your name.
blind ambition creates fallen empires and broken bridges. absolute power absolutely corrupts only the corruptible. for the forest one can destroy the trees. to forget the sacrifices we have made to a better life is to make history repeat itself. artifacts from our past, present, and future are nothing more than material goods. I prefer to remember history for the lives sacrificed and the love shared.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
stories from the interim: the apocalypse begins
it began like any other day, the same dull city and the same cloudless skies. walking down the street I could see the neglect and denial that the world had become. the rich and the powerful creating a world where everything is capitalized. food, water, shelter, medicine and healthcare, light and darkness, despair, and even blood; they control it all. on my left I see men in suits wearing rolex watches, on my right I see children falling to their death; a madhouse.
as I walk down the street staring ahead at what seemed to be an endless journey, I begin to wonder what reason we have to stay alive. skies grow dark, light fades away, hate burns strong, and our homes slowly become a land of madness. I cant help but feel for those around me, its not their fault; nothing more than mortals. we are servants told to follow orders from our birth to our death, and most choose to follow them.
wake up, get dressed, eat, sleep, convict, kill, destroy, obey, submit, exile, follow orders. yes, we should respect our elders and follow the orders given by our superiors. just like the nazis. good men follow orders, great men follow their heart; our true value is not in the actions of our conscience, but rather the decisions of our hearts. each day more and more lives are stolen by the corporate military complex, more bodies on the floor.
I question whether we deserve the great world we were given. each day and each night we take advantage of the gifts we are given. police beat and steal, soldiers kill and maim, corporations rob and destroy lives. the rich take the ground from under the feet of the poor, they ruin lives and tear families apart; then when consequences arrive they deny the very lives they ruined. as I am walking down the street in front of me I no longer see any cars, nothing but bloodshed and tears.
today is like every other day, life in a dull city. the skies grow ever darker, as the hope slowly fading from the hearts of the damned. I see life screaming in agony, begging for a death that will never come. as the light guiding me down my one way path begins to fade, I too wonder what will become of this world I live in. suddenly the skies begin to darken, I can see it, the black rain falling. liquid onyx ash pouring down onto the ground, the poisoned rain creating ripples in the crimson streets.
I continue to walk despite my blind ambitions, forward I march on. the chosen ones were lucky, lifted into the skies leaving their pain behind. the ones left behind now face two choices: keep moving or lay down to die. even as I walk, the ground below me rises; concrete lined with skulls and regrets. two days ago I watched as a father shot his own six year old daughter in the face, just to get a slice of bread; a madhouse.
today I stare out my window and watch as fire rains from the skies. nothing is safe...nothing is sacred. what have we done to deserve this madness? flesh melting in the streets and children gasping for air. I see infant children screaming for their parents, and I watch as they slowly die from independence. mommy and daddy cannot help you now, not while the stone of agony slowly crushes their hopes and dreams. the wolves carrying dead bleeding newborn children off to the mountains, never to be seen again.
how could it have gone so wrong? seven days ago the world was a place of vibrant colors, decadent smells, and fertile life; how did we not see it coming? I ponder the fates of the wandering corpses; are they passing me or am I passing them? perspective is a hard bitch to understand. the skies continue to rain fire and blood, turning all things to crimson ash.
I grew tired of these fucking sunny days and pretty rainbow stripes that create fascination and wonder. too much fucking peace and beauty, the lack of agony is sickening. its all superficial and fake, like a perfect dream; I hate it. life without pain, agony, despair, sorrow; its not worth living. and yet, its a thing of beauty. all the colors that paint what we see, the sounds that play to our ears, the energy that charges our hearts and minds; its so peaceful.
but now all the color is gone, all that made life worth living has now become the madmans reason for existence. now that it is gone I realize all that we had, the advantage of beauty once lost. now the people who judged others because of their beliefs face a judgment of their own. now that life has ended for humanity and those remaining have begun the journey to the afterlife, the corporate empire has fallen to its knees.
there is no president, no government, no military, no heroes or villains. life has reached an ultimatum: fight or die. anarchy rules, despair flows like a river. as I look up towards the glowing skies, I see humanities last hope for peace. men clad in glowing armor, horses with red and orange flames flickering off their backs and heels, and flaming chariots the size of tanks. they soar down towards the ground with the force of a thousand meteorites.
they crash and ride towards me relenting no effort to spare me. I never closed my eyes, and watched as they rode through me as if I didn't even exist. the glory of the worlds only hope only mine to see. the skies begin to fill with fire and blood, such a perfect day. no longer is the world superficial and fake, no longer we will wait. now that the time has passed, the apocalypse begins. its a madhouse.
as I walk down the street staring ahead at what seemed to be an endless journey, I begin to wonder what reason we have to stay alive. skies grow dark, light fades away, hate burns strong, and our homes slowly become a land of madness. I cant help but feel for those around me, its not their fault; nothing more than mortals. we are servants told to follow orders from our birth to our death, and most choose to follow them.
wake up, get dressed, eat, sleep, convict, kill, destroy, obey, submit, exile, follow orders. yes, we should respect our elders and follow the orders given by our superiors. just like the nazis. good men follow orders, great men follow their heart; our true value is not in the actions of our conscience, but rather the decisions of our hearts. each day more and more lives are stolen by the corporate military complex, more bodies on the floor.
I question whether we deserve the great world we were given. each day and each night we take advantage of the gifts we are given. police beat and steal, soldiers kill and maim, corporations rob and destroy lives. the rich take the ground from under the feet of the poor, they ruin lives and tear families apart; then when consequences arrive they deny the very lives they ruined. as I am walking down the street in front of me I no longer see any cars, nothing but bloodshed and tears.
today is like every other day, life in a dull city. the skies grow ever darker, as the hope slowly fading from the hearts of the damned. I see life screaming in agony, begging for a death that will never come. as the light guiding me down my one way path begins to fade, I too wonder what will become of this world I live in. suddenly the skies begin to darken, I can see it, the black rain falling. liquid onyx ash pouring down onto the ground, the poisoned rain creating ripples in the crimson streets.
I continue to walk despite my blind ambitions, forward I march on. the chosen ones were lucky, lifted into the skies leaving their pain behind. the ones left behind now face two choices: keep moving or lay down to die. even as I walk, the ground below me rises; concrete lined with skulls and regrets. two days ago I watched as a father shot his own six year old daughter in the face, just to get a slice of bread; a madhouse.
today I stare out my window and watch as fire rains from the skies. nothing is safe...nothing is sacred. what have we done to deserve this madness? flesh melting in the streets and children gasping for air. I see infant children screaming for their parents, and I watch as they slowly die from independence. mommy and daddy cannot help you now, not while the stone of agony slowly crushes their hopes and dreams. the wolves carrying dead bleeding newborn children off to the mountains, never to be seen again.
how could it have gone so wrong? seven days ago the world was a place of vibrant colors, decadent smells, and fertile life; how did we not see it coming? I ponder the fates of the wandering corpses; are they passing me or am I passing them? perspective is a hard bitch to understand. the skies continue to rain fire and blood, turning all things to crimson ash.
I grew tired of these fucking sunny days and pretty rainbow stripes that create fascination and wonder. too much fucking peace and beauty, the lack of agony is sickening. its all superficial and fake, like a perfect dream; I hate it. life without pain, agony, despair, sorrow; its not worth living. and yet, its a thing of beauty. all the colors that paint what we see, the sounds that play to our ears, the energy that charges our hearts and minds; its so peaceful.
but now all the color is gone, all that made life worth living has now become the madmans reason for existence. now that it is gone I realize all that we had, the advantage of beauty once lost. now the people who judged others because of their beliefs face a judgment of their own. now that life has ended for humanity and those remaining have begun the journey to the afterlife, the corporate empire has fallen to its knees.
there is no president, no government, no military, no heroes or villains. life has reached an ultimatum: fight or die. anarchy rules, despair flows like a river. as I look up towards the glowing skies, I see humanities last hope for peace. men clad in glowing armor, horses with red and orange flames flickering off their backs and heels, and flaming chariots the size of tanks. they soar down towards the ground with the force of a thousand meteorites.
they crash and ride towards me relenting no effort to spare me. I never closed my eyes, and watched as they rode through me as if I didn't even exist. the glory of the worlds only hope only mine to see. the skies begin to fill with fire and blood, such a perfect day. no longer is the world superficial and fake, no longer we will wait. now that the time has passed, the apocalypse begins. its a madhouse.
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