We are the children of great conflict – we stand in bleak
doorways smoking our cheap tobacco and scowl at the lonely old ladies who try
to climb the stair. We share the
one-fingered salute to our commander (a thief) who creates chaos like conjuring
a storm to lower the national price of oil one penny at the cost for thousands
of lives. We lick our lips at subtle
innuendo and slap each other’s asses to seem just that much more sophisticated,
but our people have no cause doing that.
We are but simple children, a generation who has been forced
to become adults a decade faster before our fathers. Realize the cost of war, the sheep that
support it in the name of freedom, and the sheep who oppose it in the name of
peace. Yes – we grow on fresh vines
waiting the day we whither and decay – fall off the Earth to start our next
incarnation.
What we do today, tomorrow, or next week has little
consequence to our worldly picture.
Bullshit is the name of this game.
Yet do not let this discourage you, gentle reader – We are
the children of great conflict, hiding in the depths of our own inner sanctum
in a sea of introspection – only to be ripped from the womb to seek the unholy
light of the garden. Those in power
recognize the discourse, they revel in it, and they know that unification will
only form against them…a divided cause will only unite to support the leaders,
away from their God – appointed affairs.
The only true test of our sentence is the ability to love
each other. Love your fellow terrorist,
and the life you save may be your own.
-Papillon-