On the day I was born, The War began. Or, better to say – The War began when I was born.
Oh, how sweet was ignorance, which has let my poisoned seed to grow in the infected womb.
At the beginning, I gave them the small conflicts, caused by my impatient crying, spread with my false sweet smiles. I knew so well how to win in this game.
I’ve had the knowledge imprinted in my genes. It was written in my existence. Everyone forgot but I knew…
Oh, how sweet was oblivion, which allowed me to walk unharmed on the unchanged paths of the history, carrying the toxic legacy of my predecessors.
I was growing, seducing miserable souls, trampling over their ashes, rising to the level of the Creator himself.
Each step brought more victims, each movement was a new devastating battle. And I was walking, breathing the scent of my own victory, conquering the world.
Fear and distrust captured the flushed brains in their caves. It was so easy to lure them with worthless images and empty words. It was so easy to divide them.
And then nothing left to them, except bare life they’ve tried to protect, thinking of nothing, wishing for nothing, seeing nothing.
They followed the rhythm of the war, hoping for peace. But the war followed my rhythm, pushing them deeper in their burrows.
And I knew, it won’t stop as long as I breathe.
And I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t have died. I will never die.
I will disappear when the wind comes out of the depths, whirling stagnant air. I will hide from the storm. And the heavy rain will fill drained cracks. The ashes of my victories will cover my seed. The timid creatures will crawl out of their holes, blinded with new light, hungry for new fruits. Licking their wounds, they will build a new illusion of unity.
They will forget…
And then I will come back, with the toxic legacy of my predecessors.
Oh, how sweet is ignorance…
Oh, how sweet is oblivion…