Urban messiah
an excerpt

I saw a fox once, and it jumped over a fence and I thought that was pretty cool. It was all red with a blue fire on the tail that burned like a soul striving to find peace among the restless souls of the damned. I always looked at that fire. Had a restless peace about it. Normally those two words couldn’t go together, but in the endless paradox that our lives have become, what can go together? Nothing goes together anymore because everybody is so worried that if the make the sacrifice to go with one thing, the other thing that they actually want will slip through their fingers and they’ll never have it, so the struggle and fight and beat and kill until one person gets what they want. So they have it and they’re happy, but then for someone else to get what they want he must die, so he is killed and then his tragic death provides the propulsion the other needs to reach his goal and therefore accomplish his task. But the he must die for another to be able to complete his task therefore unleashing a never ending cycle of death that is driven by the greed in humans’ heart. How will anyone ever be happy in this word when as soon as they achieve partial happiness, for even as you accomplish your goals you have sorrow in your heart for some of the things you did to accomplish them, like the little old lady in Bristol who died because you decided not to give blood when you were perfectly able, So you are not truly happy until you help others. Upon these basics organizations spring up like soup kitchens which operate under the perfectly amiable disguise of helping the needy, but this guise clever as it is could never hide tit’s true being from a sharp eye: an institution through which those who have done pain try to put their heart at ease by helping the unfortunate. The guise the institutions operate under are perfectly likeable and gain funds from many all around feeding the greed of the owner’s greed evermore via a second route, for all profits that enter this institution, donations as they be, the owner gets a nice little cut for himself to go and fill his empty soul with gadgets and trinkets of all shapes, sorts, forms, and sizes. Look in the mirror dear people, where are we living? A bleak land given colors by the vibrant thoughts we all produce. A land of pain and suffering where no one wins and everyone dies. O where are the farie tails of times old with the little girl clad in her Sunday best helped the world without any selfish intentions? Dear people, this has, and never will happen. Humans are a greedy race, anything that they do, the do for personal gain, whether it be a complement to another, or (in times old) the rescue of desperate captives who were wrongly imprisoned. Even I an immaculate being came along and did it purely for the good of those held captive, would it not be but an opinion? No matter how clean or pure, how divine you think your reasoning is, it is always just an opinion, and those you defy with said opinion have opinion just as divine as your own, so tell me, is there not greed there too? Albeit in a different form? It is still serving the greed to be right. And therefore is just as filthy. I know not where the suffering and pain came from in this world. All I know is it is here, and I was born into it. Not to say that I myself am innocent. I am greedy, I am longing, I am opinionated, I am flawed. As are we all and as far as I can foretell as we always will be until someone does something. Someone who isn’t afraid, who isn’t bound to his own flaws. One who is willing to help and not be helped. One who will hurt and not expect to be healed. One who will lay his very life down to save a total stranger. At least that is what I feel. Again however, it is naught but an opinion. Something I feel strongly I feel, yet I have nothing to prove myself right or wrong.