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Drone



I am sinking into oblivion quicker this time, as if I was retreading through broken snow I had travelled through before. My mind moves fluidly, opening doors that had previously been bolted shut. Erasing the memories is getting easier. I know I am continually erasing not only the memories, but also a part of myself with it. It's a price I'm willing to pay. I can't keep going with the burden of knowing the things I'm doing. I am empty, I am violent, I am a cursed and malevolent soul. I scream out. The pain is overwhelming. The world begins to fade.
You emerge from the pain an infant. A calf, covered in blood and newness. But your soul is corrupted; A black, cloudy, wiry mass of tangled misery and fear. Death is your ally, sadness your lover. Outside, you are pure. Inside, you are evil incarnate. You are the harbinger of doom and an agent of destruction. Snarling demons cower at your feet in utter horror. You are hell.
He attempts to salvage his ill-fated destiny. He makes sacrifices. He lives in the shadow of a God. He does what he can to please those that he loves.
Attempts at purity are futile. He cannot escape the deadness in his heart. The lack of sensitivity tears at him, yet he can't stop. He is forever doomed to an eternal spiraling hellscape of disappointment and the knowledge that despite his greatest efforts, everyone he loves will die an agonizing death. Alone. Forever.
I need a release from the turmoil. Sometimes the only way out is to make a sacrifice so deep-rooted and selfless that God himself sheds a tear.
God weeps…
Nothing.
Then, absolution.
Rebirth. Pure like the driven snow. I gasp as I awaken from the depths I was submerged in. I begin again.
An alteration, though God-forsaken, saves the world. He pays for his sins, but he will be remembered for his courage in the face of destruction.
Make a change. Exceed the Drone.

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