God World Order

Just before the truth

Not a drop of blood is wasted in the battles and cries of internal and external wars. It is our very souls whom are mistaken for worthless motives at the cost of a future-less future. What money, power, envy, and greed cannot bring is the very emotion only the soldiers of darkness know all too well. Evolution has created a monster that rivals those of its ancestors, so much that the bloody taste for power exceeds monies value. Emotionless they are yet left with a single emotion that is not of this world. It weeps in the cold of sadness and loneliness, biting and hissing at any shed of light that comes near for darkness is all it knows, all it wants, all it cares for. We, the lambs are no more the people. We walk upon these shadows, following them as if we are blind and helpless therefore forgetting what is the difference in thinking for ourselves and letting ourselves be thought for. A great trick in disguise indeed. We focus not more on life and progression but rather the moment at hand believing that the moment at hand is our greatest height of existence. Lambs we are, following the dark wolf into unknown territory, listening to the howls and cries yet never realizing they are coming from within. Wake up! Wake up! They say. We can hear them far in the distance yelling with weak and torn voices. Listen. Can you here that? They're asking us to come back and we do. No, not those who are growing tired and weak but those who are growing stronger. They are whispering something to us and we are listening to them instead of the others. What are we to do? What are we to do?

    We live in a world of chaos. It's almost impossible to keep count of how many phone rings have ended in tears and prayers. My mother and father speak the same words often, sometimes too often for me. Many days pass where there isn't any bad news yet when the clock turns five pm every day, we say a special prayer for all the people that we lost and for the world to function normal once again. Now some might see this as a good thing and not too much to ask for but when the prayer happens every day of the week and lasts for the most part any where between one to two hours, I think anybody saying they didn't mind praying this often would  be lying. I simply read books to let the time pass, as does my brother. Him and I have always been avid readers since we first ever learned to read. I think that we get it from our mom because she's always had a thing for buying books even though she's never read half of them. She would take us to the bookstore every Saturday and tell us to each pick out one book but the price always had to be under eight dollars and that would always limit our options. I'm glad for this though because as we have gotten older she didn't mind the price anymore so that opened up the door to broaden my interests and find a vast variety of things that have intrigued me over the years. After so many terrorist attacks I became outraged with not only the way things had gone down in America but just the way the face of the world appeared. To me it was looking very depressed, confused and wicked. I began to see it in ways that I had never noticed prior to that horrific day. I now know an unfortunate truth, that is that I am one of a very few people who posses sight while the majority of others have a disease, blindness.The only difference with this disease is that for the most part, it's self inflicted.

    I sat up in bed not able to sleep and I could hear my brother talking from the living room, so I got up because it had been an hour since I went to bed and realized I wasn't falling asleep anytime soon. He was watching the news because everyday was another day in hopes that a vaccine would be created strong enough to fight this evil disease that was murdering so many people. Him and I always watched the news, more so than most teenagers but we also had a very lot in common. Christian was one of those big brothers that always assured you of having your back without having to say the words. Were four years apart in age so when I entered high-school he was graduating but we always hung out with one another and the same group of friends. I liked it because I got to hang out with seniors when most of my friends were always stuck with freshman and sophomores, except for crazy Nate who everybody liked, he was just one of those people who attracted everyone to him through his extroverted personality. I guess Nate and I liked it because we were able to do more things and have more freedoms like racing cars and going to the big senior parties. We had something of a crew you could say. It was always Nate, my brother and I and six other guys my brother always hung out with. Everyone was cool for the most part. I say "cool forthe most part" because we did find ourselves many times getting into trouble and at times it found us but we always won whenever it came our way.  But as fast as that came, it went. I now find myself a senior not sure what I want to pursue for my career, not even sure if I want to go to college but I believe I have very good reason for not wanting to go. I sat on the lazy-boy across from my big bro on the couch and I didn't feel much like talking since I was tired but I guess he did.