Past Present Future

You could say that one is always conscious of the way one looks. Some just have a complex. But those like me are aware that we arent a catch, even remotely.
And hence sometimes it does hurt when we forget this inferiority and walk amidst the clouds of the good looking.
We cant compete. Its simple.
When the cards are drawn, your personality is like the love for scotch. Tempered with time. Nobody just falls for you. It happens. Time.
On the other hands good looks are like a swig of vodka. Strong. Instantaneous. And leaving room for future altercations and affairs. Its just a better first impression.
Hence it doesnt matter if I may care for a girl who I know a little. I may care but i am at one hell of a disadvantage to woo her. Its a small personal story l, that which hapenned tonight, but its best left burried. The present with the future.

The only reason I write tonight to break this unholy consortium of slow Poison and rabid repetition. I fear I am stuck in the rut of the past.

I am a romantic in a realists world.

An idealist asshole with a chink in his armour.

An idiot who thought he could understand the force of the great power that can move worlds!

I lost.
I admit it.

Lies are the masks he wears .. wisdom is the crutch he walks with ... knowledge the sword he bears and courage the shield that gives him strength ..

There was little left. What was left was there only to be destroyed yet again.
How could you even die in this hell.

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"Why did i live to see this day, What sin haveI done to see this." 

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"I thank god that he left me blind from birth. I wish I was deaf too. I wont forget them shrieks for the rest of my life. It'll haunt me til i die. I know."

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"They killed my son. They crushed him to death. Right here. Here, infront of my eyes." A mother howled as blood dripped down her skull.

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"This village is dead. Those of us left,, what have we left for. Our families no more. Murdered in front of our eyes. My child saw hsi own father cry out for mercy as he lay there, hopelessly. What can we do anymore. Its gone. Its all gone. Theres nothing anymore. Nothing."

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Smoke creeped out of the houses as if it was scared of what was wrong with the atmosphere. A stink of death and misery filled the whole place. birds were too scared to take flight and dogs ran and hid in the bushes. Dead bodies lay everywhere in the street, half naked, mutilated; all dead beyond belief.
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"Why..."

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"I saw them coming from the Norhean road, like a hoard of wild horses. They crushed down everyone who stood in their way. Thye came flying out of that nothingness and killed us all."

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"Is god no more"

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Flies came and went from one body to another, their wings making the only sound. Other than the crackling of the fire. It seemed asthough even the wind had died.

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For days no one cried.

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Had to delete all of em................i didnt like them