| Author | Message |
|---|---|
 uiouio111 |
Date sent: 2014/09/02 21:57:42
A man. A man in a cell. A thinking, plotting man in a cell. A man who knew what he had done. A man glad of what he had done. A guilt stricken man. A remorseful man> For the man had succeeded. A man who feared he had failed. A man with no goal, a man with a precise target. For what had this man done what was he thinking? The man showed who we really are. He showed how kind, compassionate, evil, and lying we are. He knew what he had done himself for we has afraid of was he had become and what he was to be. For he knew no mercy was upon him. He was to be killed. But he knew he and his ideas would ripple though history. He knew, but did they? For he was still in their head working away. And he knew now of two things: what he had done, and his name. For he was the you, me, all of us. for he was the one at our highest of highs and lowest of lows. And he was, and is, and is still to come. -uiouio111 |
