Up against the wall

hushed in flight

As the day the monarchy burns is melted into our watering and fluid brains, the rest of us shall begin to feel the wrath. The king no longer sits in his chair but above it as no more than a symbol of what was and what is yet to come.

The rains are becoming ever heavier at the sound of the echoed trots of white horses soon to be stained with the blood of those who never meant nor mean no harm. The world has been sent into ruin, not because of a lack of ruling or a forgotten piece of memory, but because of the arrogance provided by the ignorance that free will exists.

This world is no longer held down by something as simple as the ticking of a clock as demonstrated by the way her soft pink lips are pressed to the darkening cobblestone walls late at night, not out of love, but something more sinister. Yet no one seems to care enough to give her falling a second thought.

The question that I still hold is that if they knew that they all would end up on the same pit for acting so inadequately, would they change their actions or continue to glorify the wish for death that they seemingly all experience.

People say that no person would think to cause the havoc that now surrounds what they called their home.

They are right.

We are the people with hearts welded out of stone, not sent by any being held down by the concepts of good and evil. We are another, not good, not bad, not wanted, not held down but we are needed. The results of which are the complete decimation of those who whisper the wrong words to another of their or my kin.

The problem with the people that are here before me begging for there lives, is that what they remain begging for will end anyway and at this point, it is my job to rid them of the conscious parasite. 

- XxSaint