anOldShu

Wither away, my soul. My stained and ruined flesh. My rotten and foul mind. Welcome death, you salve of the wretched. Allow our bodies to die and rot and decay. Our minds to be wiped blank. And our souls purged through the long rest in the fields of Elysium. Only then will the world be a better place. Only then will past grudges be settled. Old feuds stifled. Will all the unforgivable hatred die and give way to a new generation ignorant of the awfulness of the world? Through death and ignorance, bring us peace at last.

No! We remember, yet poorly, the torments of yesterday. The child of the killer is guilty, and the grandchild even worse. Make them pay! Make them pay! Their very blood is tainted. There can be no peace until the evils of their ancestors are brought to light and justice is done upon their offspring. Blood for blood. An eye for an eye.

Yet even death cannot spare us from ourselves. For we have overcome Death, we have defeated Death. Immortality has been achieved and with it our undoing. Will the cycle ever stop? Are we truly stuck? What will make the pain go away?

That sweet salve.