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United
Not angry, not mad, not sad ... not really anything.
Just a soldier in an army of which I do not recall enlisting with.
To my left and to my right are others, standing tall.
Brothers in arms we appear, faceless wonders we will become.
Our uniforms fit well and set corretly per eachothers desire.
No logos, no banners, no nametags ... just rank and file.
We stand facing a unified direction, staring at a mouthpiece.
Its content seems garbled, mired and lost in translation.
And yet we are fascinated to the point of total fixation.
Static scratches my ears and pours into my brain.
My head swells with confustion and cofuddlement.
The centerpiece stops, the crowd yells in agreement.
This aknowledgement takes me off guard.
"Why are we here?" I think in my mind.
"Who is this gasous windbag that stands before me?"
My thoughts are broken by an arm tugging at me.
A black leather glove grips my arm tightly and tugs.
Im pulled through the ranks of my "Brothers"
While not a single one even looks down, or helps me.
The further I get away from the masses, the more gloves I feel.
Their friends appear to be assisting in the assault.
I hear the iron hinges of a door swing open.
Tiltining my head in the direction of the sound, I see darkness.
I go to yell, but a fist stops my call for help.
Dizzied and dazed, my head slumps back over my shoulders.
The darkness is growing ever more present.
My now upside down world looks all to ominous.
I feel my head sling foreward, and my chin smash my chest.
My feel take flight, and the last reminent of the sky ... vanish.
Pain fills my head as I land on a cold frozen floor.
The only colors now visible, are in my mind and behind my eyelids.
The trauma to my skull has now made me sleepy.
My mind soon fades into the ether of my subconsciouos.
A bright light blasts my eyelids with atomic power.
As if a fusion reaction is only feet away from me.
I reach to block it, but my arms will not move.
Every ounce of me does nothing to resolve this.
Pins and needs are all over my body.
They poke and prod my now chilled frame.
I force my eyes to open and focus, and lean my head up.
It takes a mamoth amount of strength to move this minute distance.
"Ahh your awake I see" a voice grumbles
"Nice to see your not a throw away yet."
I hear this ominous man but see nothing.
Its as though the wind has taken on an old cancerious vessel.
"Time to set you straight old boy" he continues
As a set of hands with a syringe reach for my arm.
I struggle with all my might, but nothing seems to work.
The needle slides into my arm, my blood begins to boil.
The plunger recesses, drawing out the all to familiar red cloud.
I scream "NOOOOOoooooo you mother fucker .... NOOOOoo!"
"Hey hey hey ... what the hell is wrong with you!" a womans voice injects
Suddenly the room is warm, and the ground not so stiff.
I snap at my arm and see nothing from the shot.
I turn to the source of the voice, and she is all to beautiful.
"Its ok Jason, you must have had a bad dream" she adds
I wipe my forehead and realize it morning.
Standing up, I feel a sense of relief and slight joy.
It was all a dream, it was all a fantasy.
Why would I have been at such a place?
Why would I have been in rank and file with people I didnt know?
I open the blinds and peel the window back a bit.
The air smells clean and cool ... and then I hear it.
The scratch of a barely audible voice in the distance.
People beginning to gather and walk twoards this man.
Brothers in arms, uniforms without logos or banners or nametags.
Rank and file in an army of citizens.
It wasnt a dream ... it was a future to be.
Or was it a destined choice the for the masses?
Selected by those who carry the all mighty dollar.
Ordered onto those without?
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We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. - Tyler Durden
To argue with a man who has renounced his reason is like giving medicine to the dead.
-- Thomas Paine, Whenever
Last edited by W.I.T.S. : 02-13-2008 at 09:39 AM.
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