Awaken

Soldiers in boats, the beach not far off. Hellish noises, blazing gunfire pounding their eardrums like unrelenting demons. A place voluntarily come to, comfort sifting loosely through their fingers like lost time in a glass. A thousand fierce eyes, wishing to savagely defend themselves, bearing into the soul of these onlookers. Constant gambling, at any moment an insignificant amount of metal could destroy a life. At any one moment a family will lose some one, a lover left to mourn. And yet, as the boat slows, and the door opens, and, even as those in front of them are

falling like so much timber... somehow... they run ahead.

Blindly going into the hellish nightmare set before them. Willingly taking steps closer to what should seem like an eminent demise. Hot, burning, unforgiving metal chunks zip past. War cries from bloodthirsty throats reign supreme on the field, next to cries of agony. Next in line is the unnecessary call "FORWARD!" the urge to carry onward is in the very core of their existence. The gnashing of teeth seeps through next like the crackle of an inferno...

And yet they press on.

Soldiers are an enigma. They contradict the very essence of human nature. They defy all that holds us sane in this predictably random world. They take self preservation by the throat and stare it down until it submits.

Soldiers.

Brave souls, destined to accomplish what they have set out for. The worst thing to see on your horizon, the last thing you might ever see. Insane. Crazy. Lunatics. Fanatics. Unorthodox, stupidly mistaken, blind, incompetent....... deadly.... Soldiers.



We call them insane, and yet, until we find such lunacy, our lives cannot be completed. Life is simply not worth living without something to die for. Something to believe in which doesn't make total sense at all, for what it calls you to do is not logical either.


WE ALL MUST LIVE.
so
WE ALL MUST FIGHT.
so
WE ALL MUST MARCH FORWARD.
so
WE ALL MUST FACE OUR WORST NIGHTMARES.
so
WE ALL MUST DIE
so that
WE ALL CAN LIVE.

and without death, what was the point of living at all?


We are soldiers. Called to our purpose from the unknown realm of the supernatural. Denial is useless. The thrashing of a child against the ground when its will is impeded. We must fight. Pick up your arms. Don't just walk away into the fiery horizon, accepting what is given to you. Use the tools equipped to your existence and YOU LIGHT UP THE HORIZON. Take your soul and fire back at those barreling infernos. Look those who would have your soul in the eye and call upon His power and FIGHT.


We will not struggle any longer.
We will not go on aimlessly in the dark, unaware of our surroundings.

We're in a fight:

and its time we fought back.


The prize?
Eternal life, not just ours, but others as well.

One fights for all.
All fights for one.

and another is vanquished.

AWAKEN