Brother,
It has been far too long since our days in the sun. You recall me fondly but incorrectly. I might have been a pond or a lake, or even a river. But I was never an ocean. My waves rage within my chest till today to no end and no avail. The ocean IS a dangerous place. It ricks havoc wherever it turns. And my heart?
It awaits the day my soul will allow it to release these demons. I want the anger out. It has been years since my shadow has been seen. What do you say to the drowning children? Do you apologise? Say that you are not strong enough to contain it?
No! I refuse to apologise any longer! There is a limit to an act of kindness! As you see, I have changed. There is too much energy within me. There is no more peace. If there is a blame to be placed upon the ocean, than there is a crime to be placed as well. And if the ocean is to be deemed dangerous than it is to rise to the occasion!
Prudence be damned! I shall have it no longer! You are right! I need you to hate me too!
To scream my name in such hate, it will tear you limb from limb! To blame me for every thorn you step on! To brake down and ask for mercy! For salvation and redemption! This is our war! The war of the extinct! We walk high and proud, bearing our scars. We walk tall from this day, till the day we die.
And if the children sink? Let them, for they are weak.
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