A New Destiny (The Fall of Man)

I’ve heard whisperings, rumors of a new manifest destiny. What that entails, I can’t be sure. But it’s bound to happen. Rumors always stem from some sort of truth. And I intend to find it, even if it tears me apart. People are searching for a new home. We’ve ruined the ones we have. Squandered our resources. And now we will pay for it. Is there hope for this race? Just a shred. We had a good run, but our time is up. We ignored all the warnings, And now it’s to late. The worst of it is, there’s nothing I can do. Once again I find myself powerless and at the same time, helpless. If I can’t help myself, how can I expect to help them? Self-sacrifice, is that it’s true definition, to help others, when there’s nothing you can do for yourself? Then so be it. I’ll break myself to save them. And they will hail me a martyr. A savior to a dying race. Just look to the past, you’ll see it’s true. We nailed one to a tree long ago and look where that’s gotten him. He saved our souls and denied himself. So shall I do the same and they will hate me for it. My blood will cover these cities. It will cleanse and purify, restoring all that was lost. Then Hope will return like a child, a thief. Small, Silent, Unsettling. And given time it will grow, allowing us to continue. A renewed strength pulsing through our veins. And so we shall carry on, until again hope is lost and another will rise, like so many before him, to lose himself and save us all.