Destruction is what makes the world go round. It is a natural part of life, like pain and fear. There are those who embrace pain, those who live for it and receive pleasure from it. There are daredevils that do not feel fear. Their actions have left them incapable of such a useless emotion. But, destruction?
Destruction is the essence of everything, from the air we breathe to the ground beneath our feet.
Destruction fuels creation. In order for one life to begin, another must be destroyed. For something to be made, the materials from which it was created from must be sacrificed. It is simple to understand, yet not one person grasps the concept.
Destruction is euphoria. To be the bringer of destruction is to be the bringer of judgement. The Goddess of Death, and the God of Creation. They work hand in hand. To be the servant of one is to be the servant of both. Yet, most look down on those who hold hands with the Gods. They say that it is 'immoral' to think this way.
Destruction ends with life. Was it not the sun that created us, if only purely by accident? The sun will eventually annihilate us all. This is elementary science. What is created will end. It is impossible to resist our fate.
Destruction is beautiful. People claim that destruction is evil, that it must be avoided at all costs. And yet, they watch destruction at work, every day. It never ceases to amaze me how people are just that stupid.
Destruction is my calling card. It fuels my every motive, and it was the reason I was put in jail. My life is devoted to my Goddess. I bring the destruction with a smile on my face, enjoying the work I do for her. Some may call it creepy, how I do it without a care in the world. I call it art, a perfected craft.
Destruction is my symphony. The sound of rocks hitting the ground, only to be obliterated seconds after the light noise. The chorus of screams, reaching up to roar in my ears. Some cry out for their parents, others call out for their children. It makes no difference to me. But my most favorite of all...
The melody created by my magnificent explosions, thundering over the harmony of the other two. It fills my heart with joy, hearing that sound. It lifts my spirits up, being able to enjoy it for the split second it exists. Then, all destruction fades into nothingness.
Destruction is what makes the world go round. It is a natural part of life.
I do not fear death, even as I am staring it in the face as we speak. My breathing is shallow, my life is fading away. I wish I could smile, knowing that...
With my destruction, another life can be created.
A/n: O.O
Where'd this come from? Seriously. I have no freaking idea. XD
This is supposed to be Kimblee's last thoughts before he got eaten by Pride. He was/is an interesting character to write. It brings out my more philosophical and complex side/choice of words. Though it was kind of hard to write him (I mean, seriously. I need to write him as... somewhat insane but... eh) he was also really fun to write. I guess I just wanted to try him out to see how I wrote him.
Written - 8/13/2012 - 11:31 (end)