LITERARY FEATURE
(JUNE ISSUE)
Pax Heretica
Raphael Villanueva
You are living a lie.
I have observed you. I see you. I record your actions. You are sent here, among many others, to die a misinformed, despicable death for no more reason than children playing at stones.
Lies. Fabricated, engineered, and embellished to protect a government, or a fragile peace--if such bloodshed can be called peace, for truly if the truth is revealed, all will be shattered--a mistaken utopia that your rulers have spoon-fed you. A utopia of utter ignorance even until the moment you close your eyes for the last time, alone and decimated on an alien world. A world where the ability to see through patterns shimmering beyond the silken smoothness of deception is brutally smashed, where reality is often denied to those most willing to obtain it.
You are fighting a war, but it is not a war that you have hope of winning. You and your enemies alike are mere pawns in a greater struggle, even beyond the mortal concept of good and evil. A struggle that has defined this universe for much more times than you can imagine, a fate that is hidden--for unsealing it will destroy the entire constant of reality; a destiny that is kept secret for eons beyond count.
So you fight, and kill, and maim, and destroy and die. So you engage in petty squabbles as the grains of the sands of time trickle to its last. So you continue your arrogant ways and your misguided beliefs that you are supreme, that you are God. But no more. Now, you will finally see.
When the curtains are raised, and the caulk on your eyes lifted, you will see.
You will see... that there is much to this world that you have not dreamed of existing. That such heresy has been kept under the sublime professions of loyalty and service, doctrine and creed. And that who you are, and what you are, is the last pawn, the finality of a fate so long ago decided. It is a fate that, however it had been decided, YOU MUST STILL UNDERTAKE.
A fate that will shatter your faith.
Are you prepared?
You will see.
Have faith--or your fate shall destroy you.
I have observed you. I see you. I record your actions. You are sent here, among many others, to die a misinformed, despicable death for no more reason than children playing at stones.
Lies. Fabricated, engineered, and embellished to protect a government, or a fragile peace--if such bloodshed can be called peace, for truly if the truth is revealed, all will be shattered--a mistaken utopia that your rulers have spoon-fed you. A utopia of utter ignorance even until the moment you close your eyes for the last time, alone and decimated on an alien world. A world where the ability to see through patterns shimmering beyond the silken smoothness of deception is brutally smashed, where reality is often denied to those most willing to obtain it.
You are fighting a war, but it is not a war that you have hope of winning. You and your enemies alike are mere pawns in a greater struggle, even beyond the mortal concept of good and evil. A struggle that has defined this universe for much more times than you can imagine, a fate that is hidden--for unsealing it will destroy the entire constant of reality; a destiny that is kept secret for eons beyond count.
So you fight, and kill, and maim, and destroy and die. So you engage in petty squabbles as the grains of the sands of time trickle to its last. So you continue your arrogant ways and your misguided beliefs that you are supreme, that you are God. But no more. Now, you will finally see.
When the curtains are raised, and the caulk on your eyes lifted, you will see.
You will see... that there is much to this world that you have not dreamed of existing. That such heresy has been kept under the sublime professions of loyalty and service, doctrine and creed. And that who you are, and what you are, is the last pawn, the finality of a fate so long ago decided. It is a fate that, however it had been decided, YOU MUST STILL UNDERTAKE.
A fate that will shatter your faith.
Are you prepared?
You will see.
Have faith--or your fate shall destroy you.
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