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.
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