its a rage man. I cant unfeel it. I hear a boom and Im there. in full dress. Im invincible. Im not afraid to die. IM not going to die. My spirit is placed here holding cold steel. My spirit can be anywhere in the next moment. I love the thrill. I love having a purpose.
pulls a pin. a chain clinks through and a weight comes down. Pulling and rotating the turret around until we face the south sky.
Pooomb!
a flash streaks across and the ground moves in waves permeating from the Tower.
The bomb lands flashing, exploding into tanks lined up.
Soldiers scurry around and limbs of the massacre fly.
Silas is stoic.
His face highlighted by the scurge.
He remembers a letter he wrote afar.
He felt this love within him.
Making his bones glow in multi color.
He felt this heat behind his eyes.
Made everything tint yellow.
He tried to find optimistic words to ink down.
He tries to carve out a story with some linear structure.
But all he has is fragments and that has to be ok.
Oh wicked me, oh down trodden soldiers at rest
I fall into the mud, elbows deep, crawl forward and Im blessed
to have one eye open to see the enemies I shoot.
Were a squadron of many but we feel alone out here.
Everyday.
Were just a spec of light out here.
The same breath we are everything to this land.
We are the beating heart of children with no thought of missing tomorrow.
We are dust and We are the sun.
whoosh.
appears a silhouette.
a man so large.
a dark figure obscure to detail
he steps forward
two massive hand guns weild
he fires into the ambush.
bhoooomb
bhooooooomb
it was the most spooky sound I had ever heard
his fire arms were stunning
the size of a barrel of whiskey
the bullets were like kegs
the fire was like a cannon
he moved like a Puma through,
spinning, stancing, aiming
tactically placing his shots upon vital groupings of soldiers
he was annihilating the firing line with great expediency
we could feel the heat cool
we hear the confidence peel off and fall to the ground
as each keg pummeled through the flesh of the enemy
we could hear bones crunching
we could feel their limbs tearing
I was emboldened
I swear I grew small wings and I could glide into the next position
I moved with purpose now
Firing off shot after shot
my focus was narrowed down and things moved slow
I could see my bullets trek across and inject themselves in enemy hearts.
I am alive. I am spiritually awakened by this Dark shadowy man.
this angel here to save us.
this angel here to help us carry out our purpose.
