Because It Was Time For A Change
Unseen forces walk among us, some pure, some evil. Always hidden, choosing where and when to reveal themselves. They walk a fine line throughout eternity, in constant warfare.
Upon a long forgotten battlefield, there was a point in the middle of a field of clover where a single tear had mixed with a single drop of blood on the ground, and out of that mud a being was molded. Then a small child, this being was a tortured soul, surrounded in darkness but bathed in light. He was imprisoned at an early age, his captors constantly ripping at his sanity, week after week, he became weaker, and then month after month, then year after year. And that small innocent child grew up, forged out of pain and suffering. He grew up strong, and gained the power to leave his prison forever. But no matter how many people told him to go, he didn't know any world outside that little prison, so he stayed. Eventually, he broke free and fled, but was forever plagued by the memory.
Forever plagued by the memory
He walked the earth, sometimes accompanied, and sometimes by himself. In constant pain, he fell to his knees and cried out, but no one around him heard the pain in his voice because he covered it with a laugh. His work was never complete no matter how hard he struggled to finish, and eventually hatred was the only fuel he had left to burn. Hate had given this lone warrior wings and he used them to fly. After that, like the beings that created him, he was forever in battle. Only he fought with himself to never lose control again.
Never lose control again
A silent power emanated from the fire in his eyes and the evil in his heart was only contained by the goodness of the people around him.
One was an actor,
One was a singer,
One was a feather floating in the wind,
One was a crown prince,
One was a fairy princess,
One was a princess above the clouds,
One was nothing,
and another was everything.
Two played soccer.
All uniquely different, and all the same in the fact that they were drawn to this man by something greater then men or war.
And even though he was never truly alone, he felt lonely all the same. No one could ever share his pain, it was only meant for him.
Only meant for him
And every moment he suffered was preparing him for the ultimate sacrifice, when that which was made will be unmade. What will that sacrifice be, nobody really knows, but everybody knows that he's destined for great things. It's only a matter of time. Because for him, everything will get better when it stops getting worse.
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