I have to ask you, do you really think that if we (as in us opposed to what has happened) do win this internal conflict, think that this would be the end of it? Once again, I am so sorry to be such a pessimist, but all that I can do is look at the reality as I see it.
I was once asked by a Forman on a job why I was always so negative. It wasn't that I was negative, I was pointing out problems that could happen on the jobs that we were on. Funny thing is, if he would not listen to me, most of the time what I said was correct. I think it used to piss him off something awful. (not that I would rub it in or anything, I hate making a job harder than it already is).
Anyway, I see much trouble ahead for us, and I just see no way to fix it because its to late. People would not change over history, why would we expect them to in the seeming short time we have left?
I just feel beaten man. Beaten and tired. Beaten, tired, and pissed. How could we have let this happen? Yet I have nobody that I can physically lash out at. Wouldn't you just love to take these pricks that are fucking up the world for everyone and treat them like a dog. Spray water in their face and say NO, BAD DOG.
I know. I'm preaching to the quire. Many of you probably feel the same way. You may have more hope than I do though, because I have none.
Time for bed. I'll leave you with a little something, and start my seeming useless rantings again tomorrow. The only people who seem to listen are the ones that see what I see, and their seems to be so few.
And the Beast hid. Through lies and deception it slowly consumed the world.
At first, the world did not know. They looked at the Beast in awe, the beauty
was stunning and they looked upon it with admiration and respect, never knowing
what lie beneath.
The Beast, though it tried, could not always keep its true self hidden. A flash of it
here, a flash of it there, noticeable to none but a few. With lies and deceptions, it
was able to make those who though they had seen evil think that it was just an
The Beast, its confidence built by the blindness of the world continued on its
evil path. Growing bolder as the days, months and years pass the people by.
Slowly it would reveal itself, a little at a time, then lie and deceive till under cover
again, confident in its success.
As its strength increased, some in the world could see the Beast for what it really
was, and they were at first afraid. "If we do not have it look at us, perhaps it will
pass us by." They thought. For a time this worked. The rest of the world, though
suspecting, instead just chose to turn a blind eye. The Beast was their friend.
Bloated with power, the Beast was more open to those it wanted to eat first. Hiding
to those who considered it their friend. Those that saw the Beast in its full Unholy
glory cried a warning, yet the rest of the world would not listen, they chose not to see
truth. And the Beast fed.
Finally at its full strength, the Beast in its zeal, chewed its own flesh in its bloodlust, then
it openly attacked, blaming others for its self inflicted wounds. The world looked on in horror
at what has been in their midst all along and they were afraid as they watched the Beast
feed upon flesh of two of their children.
Then they stood together, the world, watching the Beast, wondering of its next move.
United they would be if the Beast attempted to eat another child.
Seeing this, the Beast rebelled from inside. An attempt to hide itself once again from the eyes
that have now seen it for what it truly is. Eyes that once looked upon the Beast as a thing
of beauty now looked onto it with
, an abomination.
The Beast now, as we speak, is fighting itself. From within, from without, who will win is yet
to be seen. Whichever way the tides turn, now that the world has seen the Beasts true identity,
they will have to destroy it, so it never is to rise again.