Violence

[Observing Future]

There is an obligation to hide what I am.

I think I have grown to detest this obligation, no matter how important it is.

I slip up. Sometimes. Purposefully. Against the shroom that let me feel.

Feel like I could cut loose, dance, sway and swing.

To tempt the curious and the cautious, into becoming reckless and willing.

It is a beautiful thing to spark the inner thoughts of humanity.

To watch them shed away those fears. Those inhibitions, and to just...

Be themselves. And yet.

You cannot be more true to yourself than the mystical beasts.

No matter the words spoken, you know exactly what you are dealing with.

A people capable of immense growth, and intense unyielding violence

A people who are truly free, to do as they please.

Some seek purpose in the friendship and spiritual contracts of mortals.

To have someone point at something, to attack, to grow. I find that...

Equally beautiful.

Others mindlessly revel in their own emotions and desires.

Even more succumb to their own hunger, vices, and instincts.

I've yet to meet a mystical beast that I did not truly enjoy.

Even the Monarch seeks to control and command.

I want them to grow.

I want them to fight.

I want them to destroy.

Destroy every. Living. Breathing. Settlement.

Rip down the walls.
Tear away the civility. The lies. The denials.

Remove the social constructs and chains humanity has built.

....

....

....

Creator, I think I am a mistake. I cannot.

Stop the rampant violence.

The unyielding desire to hurt.

To be hurt.

Yet I do not desire to kill.

I do not seek to burn the pages of their woven stories.

Merely to inspire them to seek to do so to mine.

Or to find their own ink to write upon parchment.

Win or lose.
I always win.

Win or lose.

I always win.

Win or Lose...

When will victory taste sweet again....?