posted on Aug, 23 2017 @ 12:01 AM
...Or atleast so that's what he believes, as he pulls his bandana over his mouth, his hoodie over his head, and his bag, along with what feels like
the weight of the world, right over his shoulders. He stands there staring at his own reflection, trying to remind himself of why he even does this --
the evil facist's and dictator's, the corruption and lies, the hatred and bigotry, the violence and Injustices, the unfairness and inequality...
Somebody's gotta do it, and he will, because when you feel like you've finally found your purpose in life, it only adds fuel to your passion and
fortifies your convictions. With nothing more than his compassionate nature as his compass, he continues to embark on his moral journey. Flag high and
proud, because a revolution is only a bullet away, and if he's to be a part of the movement that rids the world of evil and safely brings us to
Pseutopia, let it be known that he risked his life on the battlefield fighting for humanity...
...He arches back up reaches over to his weapon as he swings it onto his shoulder. He takes a deep breath before giving the mirror one final look, and
asks God to keep him safe as he turns around and makes his way out the door. It's a very dangerous and harsh world out there, will his heart remain in
the right place, or will he be blinded by his own hatred and transform into the monster he's fighting?
edit on 23-8-2017 by knowledgehunter0986 because: awareness