They find themselves in the fallout of humanity’s indoctrination – greedful ambition. There exists no folly which evades us, no horror escaping our potential. Still grasping at the next self-destructive straw. An accessory to the murder, fit to be discarded once that insignificant role in the grand doctrine of self-fulfilling annihilation has served its time.
Observing with a true sense of wonder the full moon spectating hell while freezing out by the bay. It smiles with a joy; just glad to be slightly disconnected from the blasphemous opposition to this universe we share. In the silence the ships pass by in the distance, as if to give me reassurances of stability. We think the moon’s surface as barren rock, what beauty—at liberty from humanity’s foreboding destruction – ignorance. How delightful it was to be within that darkness, believing the rituals built upon assumption – society. These beliefs holding us still in uninspired delusion – passionless.
I watched you linger, just as our moon up there. You observed fewer still – green. Just black, mixed with white line right angle symmetry for metal beasts to feed. You were worried for us humans, that these beasts might consume us. We never gave a second thought about driving you to extinction though. Yet you still cared, so graceful – kind. Or maybe you don’t care. I just want to assume something actually cares, because I don’t even care that much if I’m being honest with myself.
Catching myself watching these perverted men pave over another dream with either ignorance or evil itself while I play poor quality Overwatch matches rather than resist. Comfort is the crutch which finds me averse to doing what I know is right. We can never fly as our moon or as the birds above if we sit silently while those whose ideas cage humankind from flight go unopposed, leaving us in the fallout – recognizing our destruction.
The Lambent 