For ever and ever.
The time our ancestors feared most for their children is upon us. A world full of torture and suffering, compounded by cowardice, a world full of slaves. Their names in ruin and their beloved children at the mercy of the sick and twisted. All they endured to avoid this, yet,it is so. I often wondered if sacred thunder storms embody their sorrow. Heavens open, and their tears flood, lightning cracks, a sign of their fury. How long will we suffer this? How long will we reduce our love to excuses for our cowardice?
The Question is, are we worthy are our ancestors names?
Are we able to pick up their ancient shields, and beat them in rhythm once again? can we muster the courage to lift our voices and make the earth tremble to the chorus of our ancient names? Do we have the courage of heart to put an end to this suffering, one way or another? Or have we forgotten how to live and love in a manner befitting of our noble blood? Will we be the cowards that chose to value our fears more than all that we love, and cosign our descendants to a world without hope?
The choice is yours.
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