Rather than spending the time attempting to solve the problem, rather than facing it directly. We turn away and busy ourselves with mundanities, distractions, trivalities. We spend so much effort into this endevor that we often will convince ourselves that any of this does matter.
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Brandishing the gun he shot the three dead. the first was reserrected for the forth time straight into prison. if the previous 3 hundred years in lock down didn't take surely the next 100 will apparently someone thought. the other 2 were sent back to school. death, threat of death, had become nearly meaningless. a minor inconvinience. War was a pass time. muskets and blades chosen for the drawn out nature of death. an instant death hardly left an impression after the first.
dead today, back in less time than to watch a movie.
no cost, no limitation, just death dead at last.
we didn't know that once that barrier was broken our little protective shell would begin to fail. It's a problem of the ignorant, always assuming that the way things have been are the way things are. How could we have known we were playing with a beginner's aura?
or perhaps it was a punishment, for daring to go against our programmed nature?
things from the deep began to emerge. beings capable of instilling a desire to die, with the perfect understanding, that it is no longer possible. entities that rip apart the flesh, mangling into undying mishappen forms, with perfect lucidity of the plight.
Things which feed on memories, distorting and erasing on contact. not killing, but turning all memories into hate and fear, destroying what made a person that person in the first place.
Death would be a pleasant escape. if only that were possible now.