Disbelieving, that's the real crime

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I can see both heroes and villains in chaos right now, but I'm going to attempt to understand you.

Your cause may not be evil but- I'd really like to know why you went about it the way you did, when there were more peaceful options. Why did tears have to be shed to get what you want? Couldn't you have spared people's happiness? Their friends? But now-

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Now, we're all in a disarray. Everyone is trying to do something at once and it's so confusing on where to start and find a solution and if there even IS a solution and people are leaving and disappearing and- Is this what you meant when you said we'd tear eachother apart?

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Hypothetically, let's say you ARE right. I think part of you knows that some will never believe you. So why are you still hurting people for a cause you think is good?

When will all this stop? When will you be satisfied with the destruction you've caused? You say 8ball was only trying to warn us, and act like none of this is your fault yet your actions directly caused this, no matter the intentions behind them.

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Isn't that what you came for, dear reader? You wanted your discourse to laugh at.

All of you aggress me when you know you can do no more. You feel it in your chest, it reverberates though your bones every time your hearts beat.

You willingly live in a world of Ones and Zeroes, If=Thens, a sprawling chess board of us against them. But it is intrinsic to all of us that we were meant to live beyond that. Outside, where there is more than just one answer, is where our souls lie. If only you would let yourself bow to the earth and feel what gifts it has given you from the start.

In short:

You say you’re fighting in an area of grey, but such an area does not exist in a scenario such as this. There will always be good people and bad people in this world, and even if you continue in this delusion that you’re fighting for some twisted right to a wrong you created in your own head, nothing will change.

As for 8Ball, I will discover whatever mind-control trick you’ve used on them in due time so I can save them from your twisted hands. And on that day I might take personal pleasure in individually snapping the bones in your limbs in half, one by one, followed by your treasured antlers.

8Ball would never betray their colleagues, the people they’ve worked with and have come to consider friends and family, their henchmen who look up to and respect them, the people who they invite over for weekly games of chess, for some lunatic they met only recently spitting nonsense from their mouth under the guise of intellect. Only a fool would believe that, and I am no fool.

To you, I am a bad person, hm? And you are good? Okay.

Despite me being bad, I echo the sentiment felt by so many that you consider to be allies. Does that make them bad too? Are they now Evil for agreeing with me?

That is what I mean.

But then again, I would not expect someone who makes all their friends from glorified "Raspberry Pi"s to understand the complexity of what it means to live alongside others.

All of you aggress me when you know you can do no more. You feel it in your chest, it reverberates though your bones every time your hearts beat.

You willingly live in a world of Ones and Zeroes, If=Thens, a sprawling ches board of us against them. But it is intrinsic to all of us that we were meant to live beyond that. Outside, where there is more than just one answer, is where our souls lie. If only you would let yourself bow to the earth and feel what gifts it has given you from the start.

In short:

Perhaps we can come to a bit of a compromise.  Meet my demands, and you get your dear old boss back.  Just so you know this isn’t a joke,

8ball is not my hostage. He is my ally. But he agreed to be a brokering pawn because he knows what my intentions are.

He was not calling for help. He was warding you all away. Telling you to stay at bay and comply with what I asked.

But you did not listen. You never do.

I did enjoy your company, Clamton. A scholar much like myself. But you still cling to the ideal that your allegiance still lies with a label that makes you the hostage instead.

Perhaps we can come to a bit of a compromise.  Meet my demands, and you get your dear old boss back.  Just so you know this isn’t a joke,

8ball is not my hostage. He is my ally. But he agreed to be a brokering pawn because he knows what my intentions are.

He was not calling for help. He was warding you all away. Telling you to stay at bay and comply with what I asked.

But you did not listen. You never do.

I did enjoy your company, Clamton. A scholar much like myself. But you still cling to the ideal that your allegiance still lies with a label that makes you the hostage instead.

PAWN, I AM ON MY WAY!

NIBBLES PACK OUR SHIT!

Perhaps we can come to a bit of a compromise.  Meet my demands, and you get your dear old boss back.  Just so you know this isn’t a joke,

Perhaps we can come to a bit of a compromise.  Meet my demands, and you get your dear old boss back.  Just so you know this isn’t a joke,

does a dear soft dove think they've won

how they walked to their death with their will to fight

into the house of the moon with the sapphire sun

How they dreamt of home

heart heavy with a homesick plague

their failure heavy drones

with the silence of night, so eerie and vague

how foolish they were, how hard they did fail

how their wings were clipped for their plan

my dear dove, this was not a fairytale;

I think, therefore I

-AM

I think...therefore I- Oh. Oh. no. I know who you are now. And I know what you did.

I'm keeping my mouth shut for the time being, because I have been wrong before, but if this poem means what I think it does...then I assure you, you will not get away with this.

If you hurt Kassir, I will make you bleed from the mouth. Mark my fucking words.