We march.
Steps creating a steady rhythm.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
A rhythm which will haunt me until my deathbed.

We were promised glory.
We were promised riches.
We were promised peace.

You cannot have glory through death.
You cannot be rich, knowing the suffering of the poor…
You cannot achieve peace through bloodshed.

Look! Just see through this smoke!
Look in the mirror.
We’re not just killing each other, but ourselves too.

We are no longer human.
We are merely tools of those who have the ability to brainwash us.

Making us no longer able to differentiate between right and wrong.
Making us believe that killing is right.

That glory is achieved through bloodshed.
That riches is achieved through bloodshed.
That peace is achieved through bloodshed.

What naivety.
What childish thoughts.
What sadistic and ugly thoughts.

We are not Gods of this world.
We are not intelligent creatures.
We are not saviours.

We are demons of the earth.
We plague the land with our slaughtering and terrorising of one another.

Praying for peace, sending children to war.

God help this forsaken world.

For peace is something which we animals will never achieve.

Pain rockets through my body.
A new, unusual pain.

Not physical.
Not describable.

Not temporary.

My heart flutters for a moment, remembering...

The good.
The wonderful.
The incredible.

But then it comes rushing back and hits me, just like a train wreck.

The images flash by, one by one they race through my mind.

Allowing the visions to peace together haunted memories...

Memories of sadness.
Memories of woe.
Memories of misery.
Memories of hatred.
Memories of the ******.

The pain is a sudden rush of sadness.

It buries itself deep into my tortured soul, etching scars there forevermore.

Making me realize... Real eyes... The real lies...

Fool.

Love is nothing more then a simple illusion.

It flusters, flushes and flatters us in one simple moment, yet the next it has vanished.

Love is nothing more than a cruel beast.

It taunts and teases.

It evades the heart when us mortals need it the most, yet pounces when we need it the least.

Love is nothing more then a mocking demon.

It allows us to repeatedly circle our true eternal other, yet it pushes us in directions we never intended to go in.

For love, is nothing more, then pain.