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Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2013
I should’ve heard the gun shots, I should’ve heard the bombs hitting the dirt, I should’ve seen the soldiers wearing their green camouflaged uniforms, I should’ve seen red blood, I should have been dead, but all of those things didn’t happen. I wouldn’t even try most of the things. A normal gun wouldn’t work unless you have wooden bullets, a bomb would hit the dirt but the humans are the only ones to be killed, the other ones are indestructible. The soldiers wouldn’t last a minute, they’d only stand in the way. The blood of the others aren’t red, one is dark grey and the other is a light silver, and I know my birth may have caused this war but there was nothing I could do.
Outside humans were brutally murdered by those who are supposed to be evil and the assumed to be good. Humans were forced into a war they had nothing to do with, the others only fought their fight in the human world. Humans were pushed into a war, forced to pick a side. Forced to go to the good side or forced into the dark side. Either way, the outcome isn’t positive. You’re either forced to kill the innocent and or guilty or you’ll face the consequences and die instead.
What humans don’t understand in this world is the way of mother nature because what they don’t understand is; when a human is old and it’s life has come to an end, they’ll die. Their eyes stop rolling, their hearts stop beating, their blood stops flowing, they are cold and their bodies will decay. All their live decisions won’t haunt them anymore and will be washed away. No guilt anymore, no anger, no happiness, no sorrow, no love, no emotions at all… or that’s what you think, ‘cause who says that when a human dies there isn’t live after death, who says that when you die there won’t be a heaven or a hell, who says that the good and evil don’t exist, because it does. 
When you die you either go the heaven or to hell, that means that when you die you either become an angel or a demon.
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