Though Hell Is Bad, Some Life Is Worse

Though all the battles have stopped, the mindset still churns like the waters of a tsunami. The men still hear the booms of long distant chemical warfare. This stopped years ago. No single person is safe from the mental damage, though the physical has gone and passed. It seems to be another day in this present. 

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My life has changed in so many ways, it seems unbearable. I have had the black hole of a pistol barrel aimed for me, though held by the hand that i called my own. Through this hell of a Destined Match, all that's happened has been tragic. I've lost all of family. My beloved dog, Baxter. And most important of all, my false sense of hope. 

My name is not important. Nor is my life. This is why i put everything at risk, for I have nothing to lose. All "hope" was exterminated by the Metamorphosis.

The Metamorphosis are the disrupters of peace. They started this war. The war against other religions. They attacked the Vatican. A cardinal sin to the Resurrections. They are the religious group that was formed out of three of the five main religions. Christianity, Judaism, and Islamic. The Metamorphosis are of the two branches of Buddhism and the religion of Hinduism. To coincide with each other, Hinduism took the Buddha into their society as a God. The God of all Wisdom and Convention. This war was named the Destined Match.

This "Destined Match" was what all the "religious leaders" used to persuade their followers to committing a suicidal act of war. These are no religious leaders. These are cult activists. These are the men that you love to hate, if you don't follow them. 

If you must know, I am atheist. Not because i was grown in that manner. Purely the opposite, in reality. I was grown a full-hearted Christian. Though at the time, there were few disputes of the topic of religion. Mostly because of the fear of what was to happen. 

The new pope was ushered in. A Cardinal John Versuirre. His main priority was to spread Christianity, and to make it the religion of all. He wanted nothing but world domination. Through bloodshed or politics. While forming this decision, the cultural priest of Hinduism was creating a "precautionary armed force". The bastard wanted an army to take over  world religion. He was just as bad as the Pope!

I lost my family during the beginning of this disgusting war. My mother died while defending my father. The Metamorphosis beat her, raped her, healed her back to health, and cut out her heart. There were five, fat, disgusting, ugly, perverted, bastards that called themselves the "conveyors of truth". They took turns raping her corpse.

My father died fighting for the Resurrections. He wanted to avenge his lost lover. He was sacrificed for his God. As he was brought up to the podium, he whispered to me "Son, though i may not be a great father, or a great role model, I promise that i love you". It was the last thing he ever said....

I had one brother. His name was Jonathan. We had adopted him when he was three months old. He was African birth. He had a keen interest in the 19th century. He always had us buy him that style of clothing. When white supremacists came back, they hanged him at the stake. He was 16. 

That leaves me. A hopeless, careless, author on a quest to prove both sides wrong, and to end this damned war.