You know me and I know you. You know my job and I know yours. I've been here far longer than any of you. You humans. God me
Let it, it happen, its for your own good, what kind of God would just let its people suffer.
But your minds. My, your minds, you poor little creatures don't get it. You think its to kill you. You build your little weapons, you forge your little soldiers and I watch
I watch with pity at your efforts. So silly you are.
But I take some of the blame, I went too quickly, too harshly, didn't think about how my voice would twist your little minds
Two of your agents, I find myself thinking of them, being a voice in their head- pushing
Watching and I shouldn't pick favourites-I really shouldn't.
Love. Love: Love is a feeling of strong attraction and emotional attachment to a person, animal, or thing. It is expressed in many forms, encompassing a range of strong and positive emotional and mental states, from the most sublime virtue, good habit, deepest interpersonal affection, to the simplest pleasure.
"I love you" I hear one say, "I love you" the other whispers.
"I love you" one says to me.
"I sever you" the other
"I worship you" the other
"My body, mind and soul is yours to do with" the other
"Help me, help me make him see" the other
"Why wont he" love me
"Why, why why"
"I gave him everything,"
"You're holding me back." they says
Those two, what could have been.
Those two, what should have been.
Those two, what had happen.
Those two, I let it happen.
A relationship built on clinginess,loneliness and patriotism.
What happen when one loves their country too much, far more than their lover.
What happens when one is tested on how far, how much they can and will hurt people for their country, for its government.
What happens when its two teenagers in a war.
What happen when one is too eager to fight.
What happens in the middle of the night in their shared tent when the other is sleeping unknown to just how far their lover will go, like the loyal dog it is.
The other will awake the next day.
The other will assume its just a nightmare
The other will ask him eyes filled with hurt and fear
It will brush the other off, it does not meet the others eyes and it will look off, it feels many things but guilt is not one of them.
Its 2000 just a few days before its birthday, the other cant help but taunt it.
"Any regrets" the other ask, the room is cold, quite and the light is dull.
"None" it says, it does not look the other in the eye
"Not even that"
"It was for my country"
"Im not even mad." the other pauses, as if hes trying to find where to begin "It hurt you know."
"..." it looks off
"I bled a lot" the other jokes, it wasnt a joke "Hurt like a bitch for a while"
"..."
"Anyone else would have hated you, but I couldn't, not when I've done the same. Not after our promise, not when I love you so much"
"..." it opens its mouth to speak, nothing comes out
"Look at me"
It looks you straight in your eyes
"You're done."
It looks ready to cry.
"You have no where to go and Eden will not help you."
"You're a disgrace"
"You are nothing and you will never truly be anything"
The other watches as it's lips struggle not to curl, its eyes are glassy
The other leaves the room
It cries.
It cries.
It is nothing but a dog.
The other will watch it rot.
Not for revenge. But something else
The other will watch the dog cry and whimper and destroy it self day by day, year after year.
Its an old dog now, they're both old
They go out for drinks, some food. The other slips something, the dog pretends not to notice.
They go back to the dogs house.
They talk like old times.
They both know where this is going.
They know how this will end.
A dog is put down that night.
Shameful pathetic, perverted.
A sad fight.
Strangulation
Neither of them enjoy it.
When the other is finished he lies down next to the dog.
Its eyes do not reflect back.
Its eyes do not reflect back.
Those lovely golden eyes do not reflect back.
The other cries.
The other does not know why, is it years of pain and regerts and twisted sorry pervesions of love. Years of being the abused, the abuser, and the bystander? Is it?
Nothing but a hole is left
The other cries till the next day.
He leaves the dog and goes to work.
He comes back. He cleans the dog, his mothers voice telling him to clean up his messes.
He will work, and come back to the dog and cry, and be perverted.
He will work, and come back and talk to dog and be perverte.d
He will work and come back to the dog and be perverted.
"I love you"
Nothing
"I love you"
Nothing
"I'll keep you warm"
Nothing
"You're cold..."
Nothing
"The brusie is still dark"
Nothing
"You're everything"
Nothing
"I love you"
Nothing
He takes care of the dog.
He will always love the dog.
He will love it till it starts to rot.
He will let the maggots have their piece.
He will always love the dog.
He will bring the dog to me.
Teary eyed, half naked and covered in his perverted filth.
And he will bleed himself dry on my alter with the dog's rotting and perverse corpse
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And I will make them both into something beautiful.