the element of hate

Damnation and bitter curses against all who brought naught but plagues upon my already miserble life. Is it not enough that I have already lost my pride and honour? Must you now mock me? Master of scum and criminals. You have lived one day too many. You hated animal. Down six stratums beneath the dust is an empty place that you shall be condemned to and no one else. May you live your days in solitude and misery. You claim to be a bringer of peace. But of fallen glory and despised hope, you are the worst element of vice. You bring a harvest of darkness upon the heart. You bring the breath of sadness. You bring the sight of death. May it be that you will never see another day of elevation. Your bitter heart will rot into itself. Your brain will decay in your skull and you will become senile. Then you shall be pitied and perhaps despised. You shall whimper like a camp dog kicked around the fire. And at the moment in time, I will sit before the scene like an audience. And I will be pleased with the show.

the breaking of wills

Of withering flowers and of crumbling leaves. My life is naught but a miserable wreck. I have reached the end. Time and time again I was made to stand up against the elements of life. And finally, I am broken. The great battle was fought and lost. It seems as though there is naught to be happy for. Naught to love for. Naught to joy for. Naught to look forward for. Naught to live for. It has come to a dramatic close and it is not in favourable terms. But yet in the midst of my despair, I understand that this is not truly the end. For end is much further. This is simply the end of one major battle. But life holds much more. For we must live till the end of time comes. For we must live for the greater good that is to come.

the regaining of hope

The elements of life have challenged my abilities to withstand them time and time again. And now my energies are nearly an end. I am beaten. Lost. Confused of what am I to accomplish. When all hope has left us, what shall we do? Shall we bow down to the overwhelming might of the enslaver? Shall we flee from the fearsome power of the aggressor? Shall we give in to the greater strength of our enemies? No! I may be fighting a losing battle but I do know one thing. No matter how much there is to lose, there is nothing worst to lose than our right to live life the way we want. The elements may hound us endlessly. But we must never play into their hands and let them dictate our lives. For giving in to them and their demands is tantamount to death. To lose against them is already a disgrace, but to seek peace terms and compromise is the worse crime one can commit. A crime worthy of the death penalty with inclusion of mutilation and absence of a proper burial. For a treaty with the elements is never balanced. We can only seek to lose. We shall lose our beings and our honour. And we will be left with nothing. I condemn such thoughts ten levels beneath the dust. We must never allow ourselves to be cast into darkness. Only if we resist with all our mights will there be chance of victory. Even if they come again, we shall resist once again. This is the only way will we see the beautiful life beyond the seventh oasis.

the voices of enslavement

I am not deaf. Just hard of hearing. You do not understand. There are things affecting the voices I hear from this world. There are these voices in my head. Speaking to me every minute of the day. Harassing my mind endlessly. They speak to me. They say strange things that I find hard to comprehend. I hear the same phrases over and over again. But they make no sense. It is beyond me and my capabilities to manipulate this terrible phenomenon. For it is within me, no doubt harvesting on my own abilities and turning them on me. I am victimized by these unseen forces. I am tired. I cannot hold them back much longer.

the change of change

I cannot take it anymore. Blind hate flashes across my eyes like it were flames. Is there no chance to change my inner feelings? All I want is peace to reign ten-fold across my lands. But the stink of that craven scum had to come forth once more. Just when my heart was turning from anger, it was turned back again. Now change is wandering through both rock and bone. There is no longer any chance for quarters to be given freely to the aggressor. Pain shall be inflicted. Suffering shall flow like the rapids. May it be known through the lands of the five founders.

the thirst for vengeance

Hate. Anger. Thoughts of revenge. Hopes of retribution. They flood my head and cry out in endless song. The accursed scum who think me weak in heart. The filthy imbeciles who know naught of me. I relish the day that all whom had done me those faithless injustices will burn in their own deeds. But I must not feel these things. A person of my standing is not allowed. I only can feel for my people. I can only feel vengeful for their sake, not mine. For now, I must be strong in the eyes of them who watch. A poor outlook will result if love for my enemies is vanquished. An enemy can turn ally. And so we hope.