It beakons.
They answer.
"You approach me all the same knowing you cannot win?" It inquires.
They remain silent.
It speaks, "So be it."
It breaths malice.
The smell of sin fills the air, a purple mist fills the area and burns their nose.
They vomit.
They remain silent.
They stab at it.
They stick their blade into its twisted form.
It laughs.
It lies.
It appears as God.
They know it is lying.
They become the enemy of a false God.
They pray.
God doesn't answer.
This is not God's fight.
God may not be there at all.
They stab it as if there is no God, wether they think there is or not.
It laughs.
It is in pain.
It lights a plant.
It makes a problem.
They remove the children.
They make it's action no longer a problem.
They grow angry.
They remain silent.
It speaks with ignorance.
Echoing waves fill the air, bouncing off the walls.
Their eardrums burst.
They are bleeding.
They feel hatred.
They speak to it.
"Why?" They ponder.
It laughs.
It speaks in a billion voices.
It says only evil.
They are about to snap.
They stab it not for their hatred, but for those it has hurt.
It hurts someone they love.
They are crying.
They unleash justice.
They strike its head.
Its head explodes.
It still laughs.
Its laugh lingers.
They break its torso.
Its heart still beats.
They shatter its arms.
It still reaches out.
They destory its legs.
It still walks forward.
They have done all they can for now.
It grows weaker.
It grows weaker faster and faster.
They fight without knowing they do.
They keep increasing the rate at which it gets weaker.
But someday they die...
Now it beakons.
Now WE answer.
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Journey Of Humans
RandomA short story meant to feel abstract about the beauty and evil of mankind.
