"We say goodbye to our innocence today. We have to take up arms and prepare to sin. Noble people may write once done, but let us not forget what we are really doing. We are taking life. Let not the poetic words sway your thinking, let not yourself be deluded that this is right. There is no other choice, but murder is never right. I apologize my friends that this is what it has come down to."
The people of the world could hear the pain and screaming in the background, the courtyard they stood in surrounded by fire. The fire of an era passed.
The final goodbye.
The once carefree children of tomorrow are the warriors and slaves of today. Only the victors will survive and they know in their hearts that this is the only way to gain freedom. So they raise their hands and salute their leader, the child born to be a weapon. The child that clung to love to have it shattered and withheld. Their poor leader who always thought of them. They close their eyes one by one. Few know the real sacrifice he will make. The one his mother made.
A life for life.
So they raise their voices in cheer, for they must shed their innocence and embrace the ways of old, the ways of new and hopefully the ways of the past.