Fucking Life

lousy-idea

Descripción :

on va foutre VOTRE systeme en l'air
Les gens vivent dans le brouillard, ça leurs ferai du bien de leurs foutre la véritée en pleine gueule :@



DO IT YOURSELF

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☠ YOU G0nna DIE F0r The G0vernment ☠

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Imagine... Just for a moment, imagine.

You are at your house. Peacefully eating with your family. There is laughter. There are small petty fights for small things. There is the sound of plates, chairs moving, and voices. And suddenly... A sound that crosses the sky. Next moment all is fire, pain, brimstone. The house crumbles down, there is death all around. Screams. Anguish.

You survive this. You look around and you see your family dead, in pieces, around everywhere. You can't think, you can't feel anything but a terrifying fear as the bombs keep dropping, the sound of helicopters, and gunfire in the street. You scream but you can't even hear your own screams, still deft from the explosion. And then, suddenly, a boiling rage starts to eat your guts. A hatred that goes far beyond words. An urge to make the responsible pay with their lives for everything they destroyed. You get up and get in the street... that is the way we make militia warriors. We destroy their lives.

Now imagine, if you please, you are a soldier.

Your work is war, killing people, passing difficulties. Strategically place and seed destruction. You were taught this in your country, for years. The realistic battle exercises, the war drills, the nerve wrecking battles, nothing compares with the sudden fear when you are sent to the battle field. You don't think. You have to stop thinking. You have orders. To fulfil.

But the fear is there. And the innocent? They will die. But what they have done for us to kill them? You load your gun. That is your work, you are paid for this, and you are trained all your life for this. To show them you aren't kidding. That orders are to be fulfilled. You point your gun to the first runner that shows in the street and you fire.

In that shot you kill more that the other human, you kill a bit of yourself. But then, as they start falling, you start to feel immortal. Like nothing can hit you. You will kill them all! Your orders are fulfilled and you will probably get a better rank. And your country will be proud of you. Even when they don't know your name. That is the way we create army soldiers.

Let me take you even a bit further.

The militia soldier and the army soldier meet. They never saw each other before; they only know that the other is the enemy that must die. One because it represents the killers of his family and his dreams and peace. The other because the other one represents what he is risking his life to achieve: to victory. The raise their weapons, one with the strategy of hate, the other with the strategy of an army. They pull the triggers and both fall dead.

Dead.

That is the ultimate price of war. Dead, destruction, desolation. Nothing but an empty minded feeling that fills everyone up. What have we done? Why we done this? Why we brought to ourselves our own demise? It is our faith? Or our doom?

Now you have read it and imagine what is to be in both sides. Maybe the army side wasn't that good, but imagine further. What is the fear of dying alone, a thousand miles from home, just because someone ordered you to go to the front of the battle? Imagine the anguish if your family, knowing you may never return. Like you lost them as well... and the price you have to pay to see them again is to win this war.

And we arrived to the very core of all. The soldiers are weapons of war. But they aren't the cause of it. Single men command thousands of lives just because... they can. They will go to the comfort of their homes at night, never fearing the war will knock at their door, simply because they are too far away from it, they will enjoy the comfort of a good night sleep in the company of their loved ones... and their greed for power, lands, riches. Playing untouchable Gods.

They will never see Death in the eyes. For these ones, Death comes dressed in silk.

They will never know fear of battle.

But they managed to destroy the Humanity in the World.



OI ! OI ! OI !

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• Creación: 24/10/2008 - 13:31 h
• Actualización : 08/11/2009 - 07:16 h
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