Techniques To Breathe

Fear

The ever beyond really does give you a sense of how small you actually are, compared to the magnificence of this great world...

The breeze is brisk, this air is ripe with fear, the smell of burnt bodies and decaying wood, dirty blood encasing the ground. The dirt filled with the bones of the broken and the land covered with blackened darkness. The air shrouded in the mist of the dead. Souls flying through the air in a hurricane of sadness...

The war has torn this land, and this land will no longer heal itself because there will always be man, a lost soul influenced by greed and hunger, a sense of innocent freedom given to the young as our forefathers bathe in the blood of the sacrificed. The mothers and fathers of our ancestors cry as we destroy land. Wars were fought with shields and swords, when metal can be scavenged off the ground to prepare for the next attack, but our technology has forsaken us to a condemned society. Where we must murder, pillage and scavenge our way to get some air; air that is filled with radiation and toxic chemical warfare.

Agent orange was only the beginning, napalm was banned through the Geneva convention in the second world war in Vietnam, but obviously America sought to bring its legacy back to life, though now it covers this once great land in destruction and oblivion.

We as a race, have sacrificed ourselves for another dollar inevitably sending our own souls through hell to achieve financial gain. The men and women who now breathe clean air are the creators of this madness the rest of humanity have to now live with, if they can live at all....

And my air is clean...

My mother and father were military engineers, bringing back agent orange to the future revolution.. We did this to this land.

The once magnificent and majestic land we called home, where tribes called home as sacred ground and the children called it hope, they took that away from them. Leaving only insanity and radiation poisoning in its wake, the whole world encased in lava of fear and depravity, entrapping those who can't rise above the heat and dust, the ash and the bone, the deformed humans and the changed beings we once called animals, created by what no longer seems to be Mother Nature, she has died, and is no longer able to grow..

No blades of grass growing through the cracked concrete, no flowers blooming in a strange land, no more trees bearing fruit for harvest, no more rivers running rapid through the forest. Metal and ash is all that is left after the reckoning, nothing... nothing is left.....

The humans that survived are now underground, trying to survive on military rations that will soon dwindle into non-existence, then humans following that same cycle..

But there isn't a cycle, its a dead end street and what awaits for humans and all life as we know it.. Is death itself, not sugar coated, no cherry, no slow merge of sadness, blunt truth not covered in mist, or shrouded in mystery... Death is the last door at the end of the hallway..

Mother Nature has not abandoned us, she has not left, and she is no longer sleeping, she has been killed. Killed by the so-called rulers of this chunk of burnt rubble we once named "Earth".

No music will be played for this dead land, no songs will be sung for the dead men and women who fought for water and earth, who fought for their right to live with this land, not controlling it...

The rulers seeked to control and distinguish this land, categorising life itself, into sub-categories of what is and what isn't, they failed, and what they couldn't control...... they killed. Mother Nature was the last great stand against these metal blockades of death and darkness. Bullets can no longer fly, air can no longer be inhaled and absorbed, dust can no longer settle on the fan above the living room table, blood can no longer be sucked into the land and breed life for the next generation, for there will be no such generation.

I am all that is left, the last human in this great land we once called home.... I have succeeded in destroying every last human, every last destroyer of this world. I will sing the last song, I will give this world the last kiss of love and respect before human race goes into extinction, I will bear the burden of sacrificing myself for that one day, somewhere and somehow, another race may inhabit this world. Living "with" this land, and letting nature take its path, hoping that they will understand and heed the warning and lesson we have given them, our race is doomed, I am the last one...

I have hope for our mother, the mother that never gave up, the mother that never stopped caring no matter the countless choices we made that brought us ever closer to infinite destruction. The mother that stood by her creation through love and sadness, though her creation sought darkness that she could no longer live with, her life was taken from her, the gift of life was refunded by her very own son...

I am her last child, my brothers and sisters were death, but I shall be the life my mother needs to survive one more day. My blood will give her the strength to sing the songs of life and bring happiness and truth back into this forsaken world. My essence will no longer live through the ages, but instead will spark hers.

I now give back to her what was taken so long ago.

I hope, I beg that one day, that race doesn't make the same mistake.

I say goodbye to this land, and welcome my mothers embrace...

I will be seeing her very soon...

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