Monday, December 10, 2012

The Synthetic Psychopath


Behold. Feast your eyes on by beauty. Through me, your dreams are possible. I am the phallic tool that every man lusts for. I am the channel through which they enforce their will. I make their actions final. Before I was here, men were different; they were weak. They were at the mercy of their ability to acquire the necessary resources to practice thousands of hours at the sword and the bow. These tools are as useless as they are ancient. With me, a man can see farther than an eagle, become a master in a matter of weeks, and kill as silently as the snow. Wise men fear me, foolish men parade me, but all know my power. I am the messenger of death; my shout claims countless souls. I am the tool the smallest men use to raise to the greatest heights, and I am the tool that brings them back down. Through me, all men lay the same. God may have created you, but I make you equal. I am the machine gun. 

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