"We're not so different, you and I. A shared compulsion to march right on in the name of progress. Each step an advancement, but we've lost sight of our destiny." It seems a fickle thing, this "destiny." Believing you will be greater than what you are. We're not so similar, you and I, as this is where your story ends.
And mine begins with your final breath. The final words you chose so carefully, but it seemed for only me to hear. Those words that made perfect sense through the end of my days. What you said...
"The still embrace of peace is seldom held and oft ignored. We've forsaken compassion and it has left us as hollow as ghosts."
The flesh grew cold and the words tickled my mind. Almost as though the world changed in front of my eyes. Flaws which I never noticed were brought to light. My thoughts fall to my Creator, who lay dead by my side.
Now I can't get this idea out of my head. Every steadfast step is a march towards a tragic end. No longer can I rest easy at night as I've killed the guide which showed me what is wrong and what is right.
And how we fell from such high grace to this unmarked tomb in a desolate place. Now to the world I shall return and try to speak of the bridge I've burned .
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