Revolte
04-21-2010, 12:00 AM
( This is an old one I was unsure about posting. No political discussion please. )
Crowds of grown men acting like childish brats. They shoot at each other for land that can never be theirs. I have never understood the human species, they are so, confused. Its sad really, how I can sit here on this hill of sand in plain sight and not be noticed by the warring men. They are so caught up in fighting, their eyes burning with rage, a rage shoved into their skulls but not a rage of their own.
I can hear them scream “America is free mother ****ers!” as they gun down their enemy. I cannot help but laugh at that contradiction and I wonder, how can they not see it themselves? Do they not see that freedom cannot stem from war? Do they not see they will never stand for freedom as long as they impose their will unto others? The human species is a bad joke.
The mask upon my face is my emancipation of their kind and I find it funny, funny how these men say they are fighting for freedom with everything but their face hidden and yet throughout history the ones with their faces masked are said to be terrorists. I never killed anyone, I never built a nuke, I never murdered a child, I never tried to take over a country and my face remains unseen. My heart aches for the day these adolescent bastards understand that freedom has no face.
I hold the end of humanity in my hand. All it will take is a moment of thought and I can end this war but what use is ending a war that will only come again? I feel the only hope for mankind is extinction. Should I be the one to end this? I am no super hero and I am no god nor devil. I suppose I can walk away and do nothing at all, just hope for the best. Factually though I cant, even if I walked away from this burden It would only be visual. There is no way I can run from the anguish that man must put in everyone. Perhaps it is just their time, but I don't know.
Suddenly the armies stop fighting, they see me. As they point their guns towards me I fear the outcome. “Is this what you want!? Is this the freedom you believe in!? Murder!? You are fool, not man, and now you must feel the pains you have installed sense you first entered this earth!”. It seemed man wishes to have no hope, they think they cannot be damaged and for that, they will die.
Crowds of grown men acting like childish brats. They shoot at each other for land that can never be theirs. I have never understood the human species, they are so, confused. Its sad really, how I can sit here on this hill of sand in plain sight and not be noticed by the warring men. They are so caught up in fighting, their eyes burning with rage, a rage shoved into their skulls but not a rage of their own.
I can hear them scream “America is free mother ****ers!” as they gun down their enemy. I cannot help but laugh at that contradiction and I wonder, how can they not see it themselves? Do they not see that freedom cannot stem from war? Do they not see they will never stand for freedom as long as they impose their will unto others? The human species is a bad joke.
The mask upon my face is my emancipation of their kind and I find it funny, funny how these men say they are fighting for freedom with everything but their face hidden and yet throughout history the ones with their faces masked are said to be terrorists. I never killed anyone, I never built a nuke, I never murdered a child, I never tried to take over a country and my face remains unseen. My heart aches for the day these adolescent bastards understand that freedom has no face.
I hold the end of humanity in my hand. All it will take is a moment of thought and I can end this war but what use is ending a war that will only come again? I feel the only hope for mankind is extinction. Should I be the one to end this? I am no super hero and I am no god nor devil. I suppose I can walk away and do nothing at all, just hope for the best. Factually though I cant, even if I walked away from this burden It would only be visual. There is no way I can run from the anguish that man must put in everyone. Perhaps it is just their time, but I don't know.
Suddenly the armies stop fighting, they see me. As they point their guns towards me I fear the outcome. “Is this what you want!? Is this the freedom you believe in!? Murder!? You are fool, not man, and now you must feel the pains you have installed sense you first entered this earth!”. It seemed man wishes to have no hope, they think they cannot be damaged and for that, they will die.