The Battle Has Only Begun
I don't know if this is a short story, or what the hell people would consider this kind of thing. But I was bored in English, History and Math class today, so I just wrote this stuff down, metaphorically reflecting emotions, etc.
Not the most original, if you look at it bluntly, but meh. I wrote it to post here, so criticize on!
And I had come from the future, but ignorance is blindness—and when a blind man cannot even see that is is blind, and his seeing-eye dog is named Denial, only then can everyone around him see that he is lost. Those around him are hurting him; he trusts no one but the knife in his back. But he couldn't see nor trust that his future was a relapse of my past, and with his condition, the insanity would eventually grow until it was enough to kill him. His "best friend" of nearly a score had been confusing him, and using him. But his partner for life—myself—was the only thing saving him, but killing him with time.
As years went by, in mere days—his illness progressing—the severity greatly increased. He was blinder than before—more lost. I told him about his future—his fate which would carry on unless he could see again... His courage was rapidly depleting, and his fear became unbeatable lethargy. He became a true lost soul, with his future at his side—and I had come from HIS future, but his ignorance—his blindness—masked the fork in the road—his chance to be free, and live in peace once more.
He now possessed dominant lethargy in high amounts, enough to present adverse affects of cold, hard psychosis, and in a violent, saddened rage, he began to engulf the entire world, destroying one mind at a time, all the while trying to save himself, but accomplishing nothing. For I have witnessed the moral decay of a loved one, as every soul will witness the destruction of their own lives, just as you all have done to him.
So watch in horror as this planet goes down in flames—arson committed by a blind man. Time has been his enemy, and he is out to destroy that enemy—meaning to destroy all beings capable of having the perspective and sense of that enemy. Although his wounds were truly self-inflicted, he had gluttony—gluttony for revenge, and revenge serves all.
Not the most original, if you look at it bluntly, but meh. I wrote it to post here, so criticize on!
And I had come from the future, but ignorance is blindness—and when a blind man cannot even see that is is blind, and his seeing-eye dog is named Denial, only then can everyone around him see that he is lost. Those around him are hurting him; he trusts no one but the knife in his back. But he couldn't see nor trust that his future was a relapse of my past, and with his condition, the insanity would eventually grow until it was enough to kill him. His "best friend" of nearly a score had been confusing him, and using him. But his partner for life—myself—was the only thing saving him, but killing him with time.
As years went by, in mere days—his illness progressing—the severity greatly increased. He was blinder than before—more lost. I told him about his future—his fate which would carry on unless he could see again... His courage was rapidly depleting, and his fear became unbeatable lethargy. He became a true lost soul, with his future at his side—and I had come from HIS future, but his ignorance—his blindness—masked the fork in the road—his chance to be free, and live in peace once more.
He now possessed dominant lethargy in high amounts, enough to present adverse affects of cold, hard psychosis, and in a violent, saddened rage, he began to engulf the entire world, destroying one mind at a time, all the while trying to save himself, but accomplishing nothing. For I have witnessed the moral decay of a loved one, as every soul will witness the destruction of their own lives, just as you all have done to him.
So watch in horror as this planet goes down in flames—arson committed by a blind man. Time has been his enemy, and he is out to destroy that enemy—meaning to destroy all beings capable of having the perspective and sense of that enemy. Although his wounds were truly self-inflicted, he had gluttony—gluttony for revenge, and revenge serves all.
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