| Rain of Fire
Posted: 5/26/2009 9:09:16 AM | Coming down fast, burning so bright, is there ever any mercy at all? Sometimes I wonder if there's anything good about rain that burns like fire. It's hard to live a decent life with the temptations of men all around me. The world of mankind holds nothing for me. I am a creature of the wild, untamed, untouched, unknown.
The best memories of my life stems from the gentle element of falling rain. I'd sit on my back patio, the radio blaring, the rain falling over me, pattering softly upon the roof. The world was better then. There wasn't as much unkindness. I was at peace with the world and the ways of the world.
As I got older, I realised that something was different in the cool, gentle rain. It burnt like fire, and people cried tears of blood. My dreams took on a sinister new meaning. I could see myself in a world that burnt from the fiery rain. The eyes of my innermost self were opened, and out came the blazing, ferocious temper that had finally been awakened by the cruelty of mankind. It took only so much to unchain it.
I stand apart from everyone else, drawn sword in my hand, fire in my eyes. The rain still falls, but each drop is like fire. The fields are soaked in the blood of human frailties and failures. I stand beyond it all, looking at the freedom of the wilderness. I could become as savage as my ancestors had been, thousands of years ago. It's a choice I live with everyday. When will mankind finally fail me entirely?
The failures of mankind will mark my return to the wild. Feral instincts live in me, and my soul desperately wishes to cut all ties with the world of men. Their promises are hollow, their kindnesses are dashed with cruelty. I cannot live among the civilised world much longer. The fiery rain still falls, the fields are still bloodstained.
The fire that falls with the rain is in my heart, too. My blood sings with my feral ancestors, who were barbarians by law. The unwritten law was very different in ancient days. It's my law, too. Why continue to be civilised? That way of life is failing, and I refuse to fail with the systemme. I go above it. I am a savage with a heart of fire and the unwritten feral laws that were kept by my ancestors.
As the rain falls, it burns. I know this all too well. The doom and gloom of mankind are crumbling. My desire to be a thing of the wild is still there. It's very strong. Someday, I will return to wild living, and forget civilised life. On that day, there will be nothing to stop what has already begun. I am a savage, and that is the only law in my life.
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