(This post about my thoughts of the state of the world today, especially here in Malaysia. After all the shootings and deaths and declining currency rate. There's really nothing left for me to do but to rant about it.)
There's a dark path in life that many dare not travel.
And it is on this path that I'm journeying upon.
There is a void in the darkness here, but there is also peace.
a serenity that somehow brightens this tiny part of my heart.
It is on this trail that I found dreams within suffering.
hope within the darkness, a tiny spark of happiness within ignorance.
Oh~ the creativity of the imaginative mind.
From which came so many amazing and wondrous works of art.
It was here on this path of my life,
that I learnt to fear the horrible poisoned bite of reality.
But no more. No more will I let this poison course through my veins.
Reality is a trick, a broken dimension, a vast mistake created by the fear of mankind.
Like wolves, reality bite and consumes the weak minded and causes rabies to take over.
Turning whats left of human freedom, human creativity into dust.
Like shackles and chains it binds the minds,
pushing it to a corner, forcing it to live like a zombie of society.
Shoving our imperfection to the limit where people embrace it as being 'normal'.
I've tried 'normal', I've tried to be one of it for very long.
But it just wasn't me. oh no~ I'm definitely of the abnormal.
And all those who've deemed me below them, I've shrugged them off.
They fear change, they fear abnormality.
All because, it doesnt correspond with the reality that has poisoned their life.
Such pathetic souls they have, to be bound by such chains.
Are these people worthy to be saved? to be enlightened?
Perhaps. But it is not my duty to save them.
Oh no~ to save is to fight, and God knows I'm no fighter.
I'm too destructive to save anyone.
The world has yet to be enlightened to see the greatness of their minds.
And they may never will. The world grows strong with these illusions of reality day after day.
They tighten their chains with each passing second.
Until all dreams are shattered and all that's left is hopelessness.
I tell you this, the death of a man is not when he dies or when his lifestyle is jeopardize,
The death of the man is when he let the reality of the world control his every move.
When all he strive for is to be a good citizen of a normal society.
Where he dares not dream, dare not vision, dare not be confident.
That is the death of the modern man. Death by fear of abnormality.
These shackles are what will rain chaos upon this land when apocalypse comes.
Are you really certain you're capable of survival if all you believe in is the society?
the governments that tell you 'everything is fine' when wars being to erupt country by country?
Are you really capable of survival if the world were to fall into chaos?
Where systems will fail, and people being to break down into pieces of filth.
Filth that riots, rape, kill, steal and destroy everything you've believed in.
Pushing you yet to another corner where you believe to survive is to be like them?
Oh~ how the mighty human race has fallen!
These news we see everyday,
it tells of how much us humans have become completely barbaric.
Animals even. What ever happened to the class and the pride of humanity?
Are these walking dead all that's left of the human race?
Countries everywhere plagued with destruction, deaths, murders, greed, bankruptcy, etc.
Everything are but a means to an end.
Unless someone is willing to take up the flag and uprise a new nation.
The human race is just going to deteriorate and fall into eternal darkness.
In our day and age right at this moment,
Where people are completely throwing away all pride and turning into animals.
I start to think that it'd be better if we had someone who would be willing to change the world.
To bring it into total balance and under one rule,
similar to what Adolf Hitler wanted to do when he ignited the fire of World War II.
Did you know that Adolf Hitler was an artist?
A great painter he was.. But shun by society and rejected from art school again and again.
Living in poverty, he was alone, he was angry, he was an artist.
Then he enlisted into WW1 and became a Hero,
An artist in his greatest low, turned hero from the bloods that he shed through his anger.
Then he betrayed his country, failed. Got thrown into prison.
Wrote a book in prison, started a propaganda, got himself an underground army.
Took over Germany and half the world.
Do you see the strength of the creative mind?
He painted artworks with great creativity, rejected.
He painted the plains with blood of the soviets and became a Hero.
And to exact his revenge he took over his home country with literature and poetry of a book.
Oh but alas~ He died a beautiful suicidal death.
A pity, the world today could use a person with such anguish and ambition.
Too bad, I dont see this world worth saving, or I might just take up that banner of reformation.
In the greatest words of
H.P. Lovecraft
"Heaven knows where I'll end up - but it's a safe bet that I'll never be at the top of anything! Nor do I particularly care to be."
And with that I end my rant of this broken world.
In hopes that someone would arise and reform it before it burns any longer.
Peace out readers.
Heil Zeon
"Sieg Zeon! Rise, our people, Rise! Take your sorrow, and turn it into anger!
Zeon thirsts for the strength of its people!"
