Do You Wish

Do You Wish
Do you wish

for war, more

total,

and more

vicious

than we had ever seen before?

Do you wish

for combat, more

violent,

and more

thrilling

to the point where your own heart soars?

Then I ask of you, my friends, lend me your

rifles

and lend me your

daggers,

your blades, your munitions, your lives:

for I seek to lay waste to those who upon your

suffering

thrives. It is true!

I see in the enemy, the

heart

of a man who impersonates

prestige

with his charisma, but also his false

authority

that none had ever seen before!

For too long,

he had crushed us under his boot, like

ants

and became drunk with power, garnering support

not only for himself, but for his

corrupt

cabinet of Matoran such as yourselves: and yet,

they had fallen to his lies, and his

circumstantial

evidence of my own wrongdoing: so now, I call for

war!

War against the interloper, who would see our society

forfeit!

War against the despot, who would crush us for

self-satisfaction!

All you must do is lend me your support, and I will raise

armies

upon armies, of militiamen and elites, to raise up our

once-great

society.

All I ask is that when I fire the first shot, there are

volleys

of men and women such as yourself

behind me.

Not one step back, only moving forwards

towards the enemy who will eventually be

defeated

by the tools of the Matoran labourer, the Matoran

soldier

who would give their lives if necessary to gain

victory

at all costs! Fight now, so that in future,

we may all be free!

--

At this point, I do recall recalling

how incredibly impressive it were,

that such a Toa had come crawling

back from the enemy who had bested her

without so much as a scratch, a bump

a bruise or a cut

and instead had mustered their might

to continue the fight

against the Demon who had impersonated me.

How odd it were that someone, somewhere,

designated merely to fall,

would, in battle and in society itself, fair

so well against madness' siren call.

To think that someone subject to combat,

and even being a novice at such,

could will themselves to go on

for the coming days, and so long,

to strangle He who would claim my right.

I leave you now, traveller, with the realisation

that not all in this "universe", as you deem it,

is entirely different from your own. Feel elation

at the fact that your action here is fit

to be taken in your own world, too.

I wish I were you, I really did, but

being banished for years as nothing but

an observer is quite the cut

to my soul.

Do you wish to leave? If so, I can offer you alternative.