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Eon: Part Ii

large gaps & plot holes make up the formative years, the childhood, the teenage chaos & the early adulthood, but the important thing is that the world was not kind to this little speck, this little conglomerate of stardust. an absence of kindness does not always force one to “take the higher road”---though society may want this to be the case, many differ when it comes to the opinion that the best way to deal with a life not asked for, is to show compassion for those that beat on you, that rape you, that beat on you again, that put you through intense physical torture, humiliate you, pass you off like garbage from institution to institution & take no responsibility for the wreckage that your body & mind become as a direct result of this occurring. damage takes on a human face & depending on the charisma that evolution has shed upon this specific human in this specific time, s/he may sink to the depths of submission, taking all the wrongs done to them out on themselves, inevitably ending in suicide---where a small, punctual moment of the earth shattering may touch the few people that even knew this damaged individual existed, as the candle quickly extinguishes without a sound--- however, s/he may be dealt a charisma that fills the room with hypnotic rage, the kind which can stir the masses, the kind which can relate the experiences of one to the many & with that hold, with that unmatchable power, s/he may be able to encourage the rise of violence not yet measured by any scale---s/he may bring others to do their bidding by sheer implanted thoughts, s/he may personally destroy others one by one as well, always getting help by those that will claim later to “have known no better.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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