I looked up into the air as my enemy’s flag flew over my land. My government had become theirs, and my people were counted as my enemy. My country had denounced me, along with my friends and family. They welcomed hatred into their hearts with open arms, and I will have no pity for them when my enemy turns upon them.
My silent war has been lost, and my soldiers have fallen. I thought that I would die before their insanity became reality, but I guess I have been proven wrong. A second Dark Age looms over the planet; if not the apocalypse itself. Who knew that humanity would be the harbingers of our own demise?
The enemy conquered every last piece of land by offering their idea of “peace.” The foolish praised this idea of a single nation, but what is the point of peace if there is no freedom? No equal protection, free speech, media, or free thought. They own everything now; everything except for me.
They confiscated my arms no because they thought I would fight back, but because they knew I would attempt to end my life. The wanted me to live as a reminder of their victory, not to die a martyr for my cause. They took the ropes, the wire, the blades, the cars, anything you could name, they took. Fortunately I’m still smarter than them all, for I know of one thing they can’t take; gravity.
I climbed to the top of my tower and walked out onto the roof. Immediately, a helicopter showed up, which had the first letter of my name showing underneath the red insignia.
“Get back inside, or we’ll shoot!”
That was a bluff, and everyone knew it. Still honoring the old code, I put my right hand over my heart, and faced where the flag used to be. I sang the anthem of my country at the top of my lungs, so everyone could hear. Inch by inch, step by step, I walked to the edge.
My existence wouldn’t matter in time. Children would learn a different history, then no history at all. No one would learn of my death, only my bitter defeat. Then my name would be forgotten, and I would only be a ghost on the lips of a few.
In the final words of my song, I fell. I fell in front of God and the world, letting all hear the true voice of the world one last time. I honored the old code right to the very end. I was loyal to the last second, the last note, to the very last yard of my fall. After all was done, there was one tear; one tear in a sea of blood.
My silent war has been lost, and my soldiers have fallen. I thought that I would die before their insanity became reality, but I guess I have been proven wrong. A second Dark Age looms over the planet; if not the apocalypse itself. Who knew that humanity would be the harbingers of our own demise?
The enemy conquered every last piece of land by offering their idea of “peace.” The foolish praised this idea of a single nation, but what is the point of peace if there is no freedom? No equal protection, free speech, media, or free thought. They own everything now; everything except for me.
They confiscated my arms no because they thought I would fight back, but because they knew I would attempt to end my life. The wanted me to live as a reminder of their victory, not to die a martyr for my cause. They took the ropes, the wire, the blades, the cars, anything you could name, they took. Fortunately I’m still smarter than them all, for I know of one thing they can’t take; gravity.
I climbed to the top of my tower and walked out onto the roof. Immediately, a helicopter showed up, which had the first letter of my name showing underneath the red insignia.
“Get back inside, or we’ll shoot!”
That was a bluff, and everyone knew it. Still honoring the old code, I put my right hand over my heart, and faced where the flag used to be. I sang the anthem of my country at the top of my lungs, so everyone could hear. Inch by inch, step by step, I walked to the edge.
My existence wouldn’t matter in time. Children would learn a different history, then no history at all. No one would learn of my death, only my bitter defeat. Then my name would be forgotten, and I would only be a ghost on the lips of a few.
In the final words of my song, I fell. I fell in front of God and the world, letting all hear the true voice of the world one last time. I honored the old code right to the very end. I was loyal to the last second, the last note, to the very last yard of my fall. After all was done, there was one tear; one tear in a sea of blood.
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