When there is nothing left to do but fight for our beliefs!

When there is nothing left to do but fight for our beliefs!

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When a group of friends are camping out in the woods it seems like life is going great despite being outcast until they realize day time isn't coming and the moon is so red it seems to be bleeding, stars drops of blood sprinkled across the sky. As if not being able to get phone service is bad in order to contact their ride, their situation becomes much more... Frightening. Now it seems like another story of a witch and an inescapable forest but it's so much more... Remember to give up is to join the demons. Only when you accept that you control your fate will you see the way to fight. Sometimes the world doesn't need someone to be a hero but sometimes what it needs is a monster... In the end the world always makes being a hero sound like the best but what if there is no heroes left to fight the army's of hell. I guess we'll have to improvise. Even if it means people believe that monsters can't be heroes. We will choose to fight for what we believe in.
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If everything Nature made was good, we'd all be satisfied wouldn't we? Heh, well Nature decided to throw me into the melting pot. Within the perfect balance of the universe and serenity of all life I showed up. I know I don't belong, I shouldn't be there, and I don't want to be myself. Why is being different so challenging? Why'd Nature have to leave me to survive? I know I might do something great, but all I leave is pain and pandemonium...Maybe I was meant to be here though. Perhaps my life needed to be fulfilled to save others, to bring peace, to unite a broken system...but as far as I know for now, I am madness, a strung theory of calamity, my journey through life is ripe with turmoil. Only theories could grasp the concept of it. I guess that's why I call it The Chaos Theory.

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