We all have our reasons.
There are 12 of us, 9 men, 1 woman, 1 child,
And me. The coward.
She says its to prove herself to the one she loves. I laugh and go on my way. Let her one eye see the truth.
The boy says it’s to follow orders. I pat his head and continue. Let his sandworms eat him.
He says it’s for honor. I look at his sword, glance back up at him, and to my gun. How I want to kill him now.
He says it’s for me. What a laugh. What does he know? His music will tear him apart.
It goes on like this. They state their reasons.
I am a coward. I have no reason.
Or do I?
I love. Thus I hate.
I hate that I love. I love whom I hate.
He is an angel.
He is a devil.
He is my killer.
He is the true man wanted for 60 billion.
Yet no one knows.
I love him.
Yet I hate him.
I will live for him.
I will die for him.
Is this my reason?
Is he my reason?
I get to the last one of us.
He says it’s for the children. The strangest reason. I would love to kill him myself.
But this would be defying love.
I will not kill any of them.
They will kill each other.
And I will be killed.
By the one I truly hate.
And the only one I love.
