Counter-Currents
When fire burns on distant horizons, the heat
is felt within our home. The clouds loom over our heads like prophecy,
and we stand and weep, then sturdy ourselves, as what shall come
shall be rebirth, in blood and ash and tears. Our light shall strike through
darkest days, through traitors’ hearts, it shows no mercy, purified
by eternal truth, a strength that is born of all the ages. The dust
shall settle and we shall rise, and stand upon the broken bodies
of those who have betrayed us.
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2 comments
Ah sweet vengence! I had this discussion with a friend today. The hesitation was about affecting one’s karma. It turned into what about taking out a psychopath? Would that not be a benefit to mankind? We could not decide what the consequences would be. If they get away with it, why not we? There was no particular person in mind. The feeling though is in the air.
I would love to put that to music.
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