The Nameless Monster I
A cold wind of death blows between a border as twins nearly collapse,
once found so many would know the fear of having no name
The doctor sees his life is a sham, there are those that to find themselves equal with the rest of the world, the rest of the world to
them shouldn’t have the opportunity to live
Screams and pleas are noiseless, they are in a world that
hears or sees nothing, a world that is about to shatter
Unknown at the time as it watches the doctor’s world
crumble, collapsed, forcing to believe his choice was wrong
The choice that all life is created equal, yet there are
smiles that lift from the black abyss of sickness, injury and dangers of death
These things convince him that no loss of his is too great
for the smiles he’s able to create
His choice is not wrong yet it brings him to the building of
cement and emptiness, it brings him to a night where rain will burst like
sadness upon the face of the world
It will bring him to the shadows of a young man, a man that
was a boy once, the boy that helped him make his choice
As he watches the young man takes the choices away from
others, is this his legacy? Believing in what’s right and it causes so many
lives
Never mind that the smiling inspector with the hands that
input cares not of the horror of this, never mind that you’re seen as the very
thing you’ve witnessed
You must stop the monster that taunts with many names, many
lives, that taunts with choices and takes them all away. You must stop this
monster and yet what about their life, what about the choices that were taken
away from them. Weren’t all lives equal? How will you face the truth, to the
little girl, now the young woman, the twin that finds out her nightmare hasn’t
ended only been shared because of you.
When she realizes you’re a victim and makes her choice how
will you choose?
Aren’t all lives equal? To only you this question is asked,
a stranger drifting in the country where you help those around you but none could ever hope to help you. To this question you will be constantly asked.
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