A raindrop on the willow,
Some lightning in a cloud.
The night is my pillow,
So perfect, so sound.
The darkness is near,
The shadows invading.
It's nothing to fear
They're merely feigning.
Spirits and magic
Float wild and free.
It's not at all tragic
For it's inside you and me.
The night is true beauty
Eternity's pride.
And if you don't believe me,
Your instincts
Have lied.
Sometimes, I wonder if this was all worth it - the lies, the deceit, the murder... sometimes, I wonder if the ends did indeed justify the means. I cannot say that my actions were without reason, and yet I cannot say that I am fully without guilt.
There was rage in me after I awakened, a rage which only a murderous rage could quench. I avenged my own death and tore apart those even remotely responsible. I did what I felt was right... I took away the freedom which the idiots of Humanity have been abusing for so long. I did it all, I confess... without me, the Regime would have never come to power. I helped them. I created them, and, in a sense, they created me.
I was once killed for a crime I did not commit, and my Death was a sin in itself. I cannot say that it justified my actions, but neither can I claim that there was no rhyme or reason to what I did. I made the world a better place by eliminating the scum which had previously walked it... I purged it of crime and poverty. Free Will was a small price to pay for Security, after all.
At birth, my name had been Marchion. It became Rion by the time that I had reached prosperity. But now, ever since my resurrection and onward for eternity, it has, and shall remain, simply 0114.
This is one number that shall never be forgot.
Coding, design, and content by 0llyness and art by those to whom it is linked.
Came home 03.01.2012.
Thanks Juice!
