Truth or consequence

300_there goes my hero

So it begins.  As always.  In the storm you can depend on none for your salvation.  It's all really in whatever redemption you earned from your own hands.

The one against many.  The one... against the world.  Who will support? One cannot worry.  They will come.  They will arise... or the won't.  The best will come regardless.  That is why you picked them.  The unwanted.  The scourged of society.  For by picking them, they would offer unto you the loyalty so fierce.  Shunned by the world... what did they have to loose.  What did anyone have to loose?

The world.

So piecemeal.

So lost wandering.

Unknowing.

What was worth something, and what was merely tinfoil.

A shiny new thing to distract.

The masses.

From the grind of life living.   Can you understand?  Do you understand?

She... oh don't bring up the She...

Was beautiful... but that could never be enough,  She listened to to the voices inside her head.  Crying out that her breasts were malformed.  With a doctors switch, a tiny cut... all would be well... in that which was so perfect.  Run from that which knows in imperfection was beauty.  All it took was money... ever so precious... to remove the human condition

The snip... the scalpel.  All under the doctors supervision.  Undergo that which made her human... to transform into a porcelain doll.

All the while... he fought.  Perhaps blindly to save her... the one beyond salvation... or perhaps for himself...  earning a redemption that was never needed.  Save the fight.  World you will not take me, I will not be supplicant to your travesty.  The travesty of your justice.

Obey.  Though you see the creation, supplication, of unequals surround.  Believe that you are somehow less than... though you are obviously excel.   Listen to the voices that tell you...

not that you are less than...
;
but rather       you are more powerful than you could ever know.

Remain defiant in defeat....

The world waits to delight in you

The gods wait to rejoice

You are their son

...or daughter

With each smite

Each hit

Rejoice...

For the world will never know.  What can you expect?  Drown yourself in your own laughter.  Stand and fight.  If not you... then who?  Forever remain the one who is just one step out the majority.  Civilization has never progressed, not without its dissidents.  Smiling.

Curving.

Waiting...

Only for the moment.

You are only the three hundred.  Standing against those that would make you bow.  Kneel.  Give an knee.  Your answer, all the while, is only your grip only is tighter on your sword.