Blinded ~ By Crimson Sun

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Your goal in life is obvious; you seek to destroy the one that had destroyed you.

You want the satisfaction of knowing that all of your suffering had not been pleaded to deaf ears, and to let go of the pain accumulated within the walls of your inner being.

To have been to the obstruction of revenge and back would be your greatest achievement.

Many called you ruthless, but you threw that aside, because you have already established yourself as a monster.

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In taking that name, you accepted your own mercilessness, drove yourself to the edge of sanity because you knew you could always fall back onto that title.

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You stopped talking, for you knew your words followed that same line around the circumference of a circle.

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For the sake of repenting your sins, atoning for your failures, you accomplished your objective.

But the meaning behind it was long forgotten.

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And ask yourself; did vengeance serve its original purpose?

How did the death of another gratify you? Does bloodshed bring pleasure? Does pleasure bring bloodshed? Will the driving force of your vigor thank you once the adrenaline wears off?

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Will you excuse yourself by saying that the demons inside have already reached a verdict, and proclaimed you beyond regret?

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But have you not realized that, in calling yourself a monster, you have blamed your misdeeds on something non-existent?

The image of the devil is of your own creation.

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So here it is; you are not a monster, because there is no such thing. Your insanity was human, many, many died under your human hands, you killed as a human, and you will go on believing what your human mind will make up to conceal its own depravity.

You are human, because only a human could have been blinded by his own extravagant lie, and trusted it to the end.

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Does that comfort you?

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AN: Help, because I think I am becoming anti-Vincent.