Ertagon
J   Ireland
 
 
Each day, I arise to a profound sense of disillusionment. It is not the world itself that has repeatedly left me disheartened, but rather the individuals who inhabit it. How unquestioningly some embrace the trends of social media, failing to engage in introspection. Why, I wonder, do they prefer the cacophonous voices that incessantly proclaim their opinions, refusing to question, not their own values, nor the values of others, nor the very fabric of the world they inhabit?

In my daily gaze upon the mirror, doubt ensnares me—doubt concerning the path I've tread, the deeds I've undertaken, the thoughts I've harbored. Were they righteous? Am I on the right course? Who can truly adjudicate? Yet, these questions serve a purpose—they bring structure to my thoughts, endowing meaning upon the seemingly inscrutable.

Nonetheless, I bear witness to the masses forsaking the path of veracity, deeming it too painful and devoid of solace. They delude themselves into believing that happiness lies in the concealment of truth, that reality is but a malleable construct subject to personal proclamation. Their misconceptions are disconcerting, as they systematically dismantle the foundation we have painstakingly constructed for our collective future.

Why has this state of affairs come to pass? What does the horizon hold for us? Is this the destiny that awaits us—a society where the pursuit of knowledge, scientific discovery, and our very essence as human beings are undermined?

And so, I stand in silence before the mirror, grappling with these thoughts that trouble not only my present but our shared future. Yet, my hands remain powerless, unable to stem the unrelenting tide. The pressing query remains: How can I endure in a world that steadfastly rejects the principles I hold dear? Can I coexist with those whose beliefs are fundamentally incongruous with my convictions?

But as the shadows of despair loom ever larger, and the weight of existence grows unbearable, I am left with a chilling uncertainty—one that cuts to the very essence of my being: Will I continue to exist, or will I take that darkest of journeys into the abyss, where the question becomes not "How do I live?" but rather, "Do I want to live at all?"
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'Twas not on any certain day, when darkness did start to grow,
As wicked creatures crawled from graves, from depths so far below.
At first, their numbers were but few, we laughed at their display,
But I, with dread, felt something dark, it stirred within my way.

Their ranks did swell with each new dawn, a sight too grim to bear,
We fought with swords, with spears and shields, but soon saw no repair.
I slashed and cut, hurled knives with force, dodged every deathly strike,
My battle, like the undead foes, seemed endless without respite.

I know not how much time went by, it may have been forlorn,
But all I found when I looked 'round were bodies, all tattered and torn.
Some died in shame, hung from the trees, others fell in combat,
But death, it came for all of them, no matter how they sat.

Decades passed, my fight continued, a never-ending plight,
But I noticed then a change that stirred, a faint glimmer of light.
The hordes of undead, they did thin, I wondered what had caused,
But as years passed, I realized, my will was what it paused.

My spirit and my drive shone bright, a holy aura grand,
All that was cursed, all that was vile, vanished by my hand.
As I wandered through ancient ruins, I found magic texts so old,
Years of study made me see, I had powers that could unfold.

My magical energy grew and grew, like blue fires, bright and bold,
My strength exceeded that of men, godhood within my hold.
Evil creatures fled before me, lighting bolts at every aim,
I was untouchable, my power great, no equal, all the same.

But still, the undead hordes did grow, with each passing year,
And I began to see their ways, their evolutions near.
I studied hard, meditated long, to try and find a way,
To stop them, but my godly powers, had reached their final sway.

Fear took hold, as I saw their strength, grow with each passing age,
My delusion shattered into dust, as I faced their darkest rage.
I ran and ran, searching for shelter, but nowhere could I find,
The undead and their twisted kin, forever in my mind.

Millennia and eons may have passed, when the day of reckoning came,
Evil creatures entered my aura, my strength it could not tame.
I fought with all my godly might, the earth below did shake,
But the reaper, he is not fussy, he comes for all, make no mistake.
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