Implementor. Unconcerned with action-reaction; reality; supplemental illusions internally made. God fearing humans aren't touched by magic. And abrasions on the skin mean nothing to a hero. But the sky is still above us, even if we all have a different sunset. And the air we breathe might be polluted with our delusions, but we wanted it this way. So tired of cliches, we purposely put ourselves on the line of fire. But this is becoming an illusion, a fake sense of confidence and commitment. We are the weak, believing the opposite. We accept the punishment, whilst our inspirations fight til death, and even after. We strive to be like them, when we don't even know ourselves. Are we to be blamed for this uninhibited, god-forsaken blindness in our minds? Or do we simply accept that there is no individual, that everything is influenced? Slit my throat for I'd rather be dead than a photocopy of an intellectual liar. Misconstrued yet exempt from all real-life morals and thoughts. Never again to be unimpressed. Never to be existing in the slobber of the great again. Never misunderstood by the ones who don't even try. No more explanations to those either. Must be an easy life, six feet under. "God forgive me for I have come to you too quickly". Humans regret not leaving soon enough. No confusion, for this is not a goodbye. There will be no cease today. This is an exhibition. This is a revelation. To the beginning of a REVOLUTION.
