The Fire of Rebellion

Now tell me how you feel? Are you confident? are you in fear? Of life, or the ultimate untold?

“I’m unafraid, I do not fret. Nothing in this world can be of threat”

Are you sure nothing can be of threat? How about war? How about death?

“I’ve lived for long, and for longer I shall live”

But haven’t you been injured, haven’t you bled?

“I've come across death’s door and then I shed. All that’s human I’ve left behind. Death now is but benign”

You see yourself king among us yet show no mercy to those meek, frail, and strength benign. I beseech upon you, be reserved and kind

“The strong rule over the weak, that’s what nature has written”

Everyone has their purpose in nature, be it lowly, or be it grandeur. Do not belittle the decrepit and beaten. Because when pushed, they’ll push back heaving.

“I am a god among these heathens-”

No you are not! You’re nothing but a brute cleaving through the root of humanity. Destruction is your shadow, it veils your wake. The scum you detest will rebel and demand to be indemnified. Their strength in numbers as they trample on your arrogance. And then where’s your godly countenance? Stamped with the steps of revolution. At last I shall say, be it death or evolution. My legacy will be behoved and for many it will recoup the fire in their souls and eventually.. they will call upon your demise. With that, I leave this world for paradise.

“Foolishness. Such pitiful appearance. Your hope for mutiny will never prosper. As fear is a weapon, never holstered. Your death was for naught, as was your life. These heathens will remain docile, never courageous to provoke strife. And I will remain their king. Ruling with strength, power, and might!”