We have come full circle so many times, haven't we?
So many times.
Round and round we go.
So many lies. Untruthy fiction of the falsed kind.
It is the providence of two sub-classes of human:
Heroes and actors.
The hero will tell you of powers, feats, and intent, all promises that fall flat. Mildly entertaining sometimes.
The reality is that it's not reality.
It's a lie.
The hero has nothing but his work as a hero. In fact, most will tell you that it is all they live for.
That they are depressed and withdrawn without the satisfaction of 'helping people'.
Do you 'help people'?
If you do, you are a hero.
Villainy is interpreted by the individual, crafted by the individual, practiced by the individual.
Each it's own ORIGINAL (or at least somewhat) product.
I once said 'Hero of the Planet'.
It still applies.
Consider it mercy.
I'll destroy you before you destroy it.
OR destroy you both.
Association with either can result in detainment and delays.
Be careful, be aware, be in shadow.
It's the only way you'll make it to the future.
I've seen it you know.
The future.
Again, it does not look well.
For you.
-Agent Wraith
p.s. NOT A HERO, NOT A VILLAIN
Come look into the mind of Agent Wraith; a seer of sorts, a jack-of-all-trades, an incorporeal being. You will see his thoughts on humanity, the future, and his undeniable urge to interfere. No humans were harmed in the making of this page.
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Sunday, June 24, 2012
Saturday, May 28, 2011
(Un)Cryptic Relevance
I close my eyes to the madness,
(Paranoid, paranoid.)
it spills into the blackness.
I reached into the void for you,
(Futility.)
only to stain my fingertips.
My projection is conjecture,
(Intelligence.)
My prediction is insanity.
Hidden,
(Incorporeal.)
you will see no more.
Taxed,
(Accounted.)
you will be broken.
Composed,
(Materialized.)
you will be made whole.
"The time has come for me to end this game, now open wide and say my name."
-Agent Wraith
(Paranoid, paranoid.)
it spills into the blackness.
I reached into the void for you,
(Futility.)
only to stain my fingertips.
My projection is conjecture,
(Intelligence.)
My prediction is insanity.
Hidden,
(Incorporeal.)
you will see no more.
Taxed,
(Accounted.)
you will be broken.
Composed,
(Materialized.)
you will be made whole.
"The time has come for me to end this game, now open wide and say my name."
-Agent Wraith
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