BLACKE LIVET

I felt in my bones something very much like rust corroding a metal, this one that was itself, I, tighten the belt tightly, breathing in the chemicals of my own decisions. It's a reflection of myself, deciding to follow a path that could be death, an apocalypse for my own being, however still a new era, it seemed to settle down little by little there, they were invading, taking shape; it's been a few months since i joined the military corporation, everyone here always seems to be crossing the line, deserve to corrode and wither under the fury of their own actions, i finally woke up, plucked up courage, took hold of a destiny that always belonged to me, to be the one defending the weakest, it was enough to blow up my whole system, and my thoughts and yearnings, raise the flag of the revolution itself, dye its robes blood red and fight... we are all painted, trying to fit into a system flawed, I didn't want that for myself or for the people. All these systems will fall apart if it depend