User blog:Uncleyoshi/Building the Nations

Like processed meat they look at the end of this torture

Their heads I will box; give them to the family after they have eaten their meat

I am finally able to escape

Their bodies has been cooked already

In plates

I visit the first family

A wife alone

I ask her to let me in, I have brought her food that her husband sent specially for her

I watch her eat

She says that it is a weird meat

I continue looking on, not letting go of my sight on her eyes

I ask to be excused

I go to my vehicle

Remove a box from the back, take it inside

Set it on the table she eats on ask her to open it

Whence she looks down I reach for the knife I used to kill him

She opens it, she faints

Faints and dies

As soon as she began to fall down the knife was stuck into her chest swiftly

Dropped down to the floor

Cut her, left her slaughtered on the floor

An animal they both were for allowing such things to occur

I continued my way to the other house

A wife, a young man wearing the uniform his father wore, he worked for them too

This was sickening

No conscious they had

I watched them eat their dismembered family member this cold day

They seemed to enjoy it

Again

A box I brought onto the table they ate in

They both looked into it

The wife was in shock dropped to her knees

Her neck was sliced

The young man made an attempt to attack me

His eyes I gauged with my fingers

And I drove my fingers deeper until I felt him bleed

Until I felt the eyes slowly falling out

Grabbed my knife pulled them out so they would dangle

I wanted him to suffer

I saw them all die

This world of death

Of sacrifice

This world of torture is my world

I created this all

I am the one to kill all those scared

To kill those stuck in the light

To see the dark, to see the hate that exists in reality

To those stuck in their past

To leave their past by being tortured

To know that much more painful things exist

Things that have no importance in the past must be forgotten

Leave the past where it is

Continue your life

Those who died were not killed in vain those who died were killed for sticking to their past

They should have forgot and forgiven those who had hurt them

Those who preach words

But do not follow what they say

the ones to die

Yet alive I am, for I never let go of the past

I keep it deep inside of me

Because I came from the dead and from the ones that were dying

I lived on

I refused to go on to death

I refused to hold deaths hand on the walk to his darkness

I created my own