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On one occasion, a police officer returned Fiona to the house where the abuse was occurring and told the men to "have fun with her."

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command your mind as a Roman Legate commands his Legionnaires.

face your hell. consistent failure, heartbreak, lessons, hardships and pain. no man of history has achieved the title of “Great” with no utter destruction in his life. Achilles, Aurelius, Alexander, Augustus, Constantine, Napoleon. names carved into stone. statues erected in honor.

Echoed for Eternity. Never to be Forgotten.

these men. “The Greats” have endured hellish endeavors with smiles upon their face, laughing as the blood rolls down. craving hell be brought upon them. rather sleep in cold dirt with their soldiers facing inevitable death come dawn than sleep in warm beds with women they love.

our ancestors must be laughing. by the Gods it should enrage you. laughing from above. disgrace at what their bloodline has become.

sleeping in warm beds. sitting at desks. typing on silver screens. eating food wrapped in plastic. driving machines around like its normal human behavior.

men have forgotten who they descend from.

here i sit telling myself it would be a damn lie to say our ancestors are not laughing at the disgrace for what their world has become.

to have built a body the ancients would have carved in stone. this i have done, with felted pride. the truth tho? a body built inside an air conditioned gym, no honorable war in sight. food acquired at a super market with currency earned from a laughable craft compared to the ancient standards. the ancients carved stone to those who endeavored and conquered hell. men desired death in honor and glory. craved a war that would echo for eternity.

our endeavored hell does not exist today as it had for our ancestors. what war do we have gentlemen? do not lie to yourself. we have no war worth the honor to be carved into stone dying for.

our ancestors laugh. oh how they laugh and to say they don’t remains sinful.

the leaders of the past. emperors, kings, legates riding into battle among their soldiers with belief their Gods would not permit them be touched. our leaders today. old men sitting behind desks, suit and tie. cowardly behind a screen initiating commands. manipulated young men dying in a battle that has no honor, glory, benefit for him or his family.

our leaders will not be remember. their names will fade as the echos of “The Greats” from ancient times remain for eternity.

we have no great war. no emperors worthy of carved stone. our ancestors laugh. they laugh as they had it all.

so here we are gentlemen. “the middle children of history” imagine walking towards a Roman Legionnaire letting those words ride off your tongue. the laughable shrug he initiates in response.

these men had zero doubt of their Greatness. held utmost belief in their legacy. the world scattered with ruins of eternal civilizations. our veins flow with the same blood as them.

do you not feel it? dream of it?

their blood roars through our veins awaiting a rebirth. we must not waste a second. gentlemen do not die as a middle child of history.

the fabrication of lies to tame modern men. comfort the sin that has ruined humanity. deny the societal training imprinted upon you since birth. the roar of ancient blood within your veins awaits its rebirth. lands still exist to be conquered. new kingdoms to be built.

for the sake of your bloodline. remember who you descended from. your ancestors built eternal empires so that you may exist within them.

i end my writing with a rephrased version of the famous Mike Ma quote from Harassment Architecture.

“you will see fifty foot statues of warlords and emperors, and feel the triumph of conquest. you will see man live as the ancients dreamed he would, all because a generation of men rewrote destiny. you decide the past is right. your lands will not be invaded. embrace the destiny carved in stone by your ancestors. you will conquer the technocracy, of an abused named civility. you are destined of a fulfilling earnest life by the blood of your ancestors”

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“here we are, just another lost fucker on the road of unknown”

i wrote the above line while drunk at a bar in downtown Charleston last sunday.

i am no writer, no artist, no poet. who i am is a fucker that chose freedom over slavery.

so here goes nothin. fuck you, yeah you who ever the fuck you are reading this? fuck you.

you should do the same, tell me as the writer to fuck off.

in fact fuck off and stop reading this. think to yourself what value do these words bring you? get off the silver screen that has made you its slave and go make this world your open world video game.

make it your bitch and don’t think twice.

anyways back to me. know why? cause it’s all about me in my own self created open world video game. it’s why i write predominantly lower case, actually i do that cause i fuckin can. it is my life, just as yours is yours.

have you forgotten? that we exist to live, nothing more. we exist to live my darling.

so let me tell you a little about me, actually more or less let me compare who i am to who you are.

it’s quite simple. i view the past forgotten as the lost books within the Library Of Alexandria. see how i used some caps on that? yeah cause i like it that way and fuck you.

and then you, the one who views the past as a jew views the holocaust with mistakes, lessons, remorse or depression.

controversial take right? fuckin perfect, i love controversy.

then we have the future. which for me is a sense of chaos combined with utter livin, you know that Dazed and Confused line?

L-I-V-I-N

you on the other hand, the one who views the future with anxiety and fear. if you are slightly more enlightened you see the delusions of optimism within the future.

you see tho. here’s the thing with me that differs from even those who have a slightly more enlightened outlook.

i tend to avoid the delusions of optimism, cause my darling who for some reason seems to still be reading the words of a none writer, none artist, none poet when you search for that feeling of complete unknown. having zero expectations, it could all go to shit or it could all feel like heaven.

oh my darling, you somehow find that driving purpose within the chaos and my god does it feel alive when you do.

hahaha! do you feel it? no? then what are you waiting for, go and conquer your life. for the world is all yours my darling.

you must allow that chaotic uncertainty of the future to fuel the burning desire within your soul.

i will say it a third time. i am no writer, no artist, no poet.

this is simply my “fuck you” to the world.

my darling, what do you say?

are you gonna say fuck you or keep listening to the whispers.

tell them all fuck you and who is them you may ask?

the opinions, whispers and outlooks of others is them.

so fuck your parents, fuck your family, fuck your friends and especially fuck the strangers equivalent to npcs.

hell on the flip side go fuck your girl, cause today is all we got as far as we know it.

on that note, here i stand writing the final words of my first article.

i hope you’ve enjoyed, Godspeed and as always fuck you.