I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now…the reasons for the war. Every man, beast and soul, lost its freedom. At least half the states did. It didn’t have to come to this. There was time for peace. For healing. But too much was at stake. The attacks kept coming. Relentlessly. I tried to stop them, but the outcome was inevitable. War, was inevitable. Tensions rose thick like a surfers wave. Crashed like a tsunami on a mission. Wiped out many innocent women and children. Now looking back, I realize what I must do. Fight. Struggle. Defend. To keep the peace. Or it’ll be taken away from us, again. Like an older brother who strips a toy from his younger brother without remorse or feeling. No longer sitting passively to let others rum rampant in this world. The lawless run free. Bandits scamper along. Violent crimes go unattended. People are dying. Something must be done. Action must be taken. By me. The time has come for justice. Although a justice unlike anything they’ve ever seen. Earth, behold the justice served by the Son of Aspherion, and the reign of Imperium…
Written for free write Friday (stream of consciousness).
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Benjamin Thomas
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