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| The Savage | Jan 31 2008, 11:12 PM Post #1 |
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"Father" I shouted as I picked up his bleeding body. I could feel the life draining from his tormented soul as he uttered his last curses. with a tear of sadness streaming down his drentched face he looked me in my hatred struck eyes and said "No, no more of this". ---------------------------------------- The horn of war once again blew with a force of such anger and hatred that the very ground shook as it's minions danced the devil's dance. Hacking and slashing and dieing for the blood of the enemy. A man's blood drained s my sword plunged into his screaming, crying, and cursing being. The sadistic blood red sun shined down upon the vibrant blood drenched drenched grass. "No one knows how it started" I thought, we only fight to avenge the stabs our fathers took. We fight for vengeance, that is our sole cause. Hundreds of generations of men have fallen for a cause that died on the tongues of their fathers. A sword arm ripped from the owner falls victim to the starving land. As the owner falls to the crimson bleached wasteland that is home I try to justify what has just transpired, what has been transpiring since the beggining of man's memory. My whole life has been about murder, murdering those that murdered our fathers. Peace, a forgotten word is longed for by no man. Hatred courses through the veins of those that still possess blood. As yet another falls victim to my hungry blade Ilook to the future, trying to discover what it holds. I only see death. I only see endless war, the demise of many, nothing more. A tear falls from my eyes, a tear full of sadness and understanding. Suddenly I longed for closure, a closure to this endless conflict. I no longer wished for revenge, I only want peace: I want a future of light, not darkness. As those heretical thoughts encompassed my being, I fell victim to my own evils. Lying on my back, in a puddle of blood I cried for my children, I cried to those that wage war. Icried to them, thried to save them. Just as my father, I accomplished nothing but prolonging the conflict through my demise... |
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