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its all here The clanging of hammers and the hollow hum of drills. It has all crumbled. The wars have been fought. Treaties signed. Promises made, and kept (so far). The rebuilding has begun. The sun is looking for a way out from behind the clouds, to begin the ardous process of turning yet another empire into dust. For now though, the violence has subsided. The firing squads have done their jobs well. Most of the rebels have been put down. The last of them are being hunted out and executed, quick or slow deaths, depending on their crimes. Boredom and stupidity are ringing their idiotic clamour through the empty afternoon streets, amidst the flies and rotting decay. Ah, I am so naive. Empires are built to crumble. Guns are made to kill. People are born to die. Destruction is inevitable. Rebirth, growth, life, it all occurs in cycles, but the ultimate consequence is unchanging. Humans will destroy as much as they can, and time will take care of the rest. It causes me to wonder why the fuck we bother. And there were times when the answer to such a question would have been obvious to me. Apparently my outlook has become a bit jaded since then. I am alien to everything I've come from. My home, my culture, my identity is all useless to me. I can't comprehend any of it. I am filled with a deep loathing. It sickens me. But for the moment it seems all escape routes have been blocked. Shit, they're on to us. How did they find out? There must be a rat. Fuck fuck fuck. This is suicidal. There's no way out. Guns blazing is the only way. We're surrounded. We're surrounded. To be a martyr, you have to stand for something, otherwise you're just another dead idiot with a big mouth and not enough sense. I think I'm getting the fear. ----- wait - 12:12 a.m. , June 18, 2005 the rumors of the confused - 7:27 p.m. , June 13, 2005 last night and today - 6:21 p.m. , January 18, 2005 nighttime endeavors - 2:32 a.m. , February 13, 2040 the beast - 11:43 p.m. , May 04, 2005 |