Evil Hero (part 1)

Part 1: Understanding the Devil

No, I’m not insane. Take your emotions out of the equation, think rationally, think with no heart.

Before I start writing, I looked up the definition of a hero, though many; the definition that feeds my goal can be summed as someone who fights for a cause. Not necessarily a good cause, a positive kind, genuine cause, but a cause nor good or bad.

A hero can be a person who fights for what they believe in, whither it is against your better belief. A hero can  be someone who achieves the impossible task of power. Power is corrupt, money is evil, power is corrupt. The struggle of any human to the top of the hierarchy is a heroic act of it’s won. Why? Because they have faced the demons of life, or reality, or metal emotion, or society. They scrapped the crap off toilets, and had their faces scraped with crap. They lived in poverty, they walked barefoot. Despite all evils of life they swerved, took a U turn into power. Not beautifying their actions, but admiring the wit of evil to commit anything.

They gambled with souls, they puzzled innocence. There was no force of evil more evil, ever inhabiting the earth other than Adolf Hitler. Before we get into analysis of the character of a monster, let’s state some facts that do quality as odd defying odds categorized as an accomplishment. Each evil hero came pushed though the odds of:

1. Dysfunctional family (abandoned by father/mother), abusive step-parent.
2. Abused, tarnished mother.
3. Poor and/or Poverty stricken.
4. Educational disputes (leave school, bullied, etc), rejected from Educational institute.
5. Homeless, struggling in early adult life.

Through my struggle to understand the human fate I realize that the evil are the most passionate and emotional struggling with their own emotions coming with the pain of the past and justifying a place in the present and future proving their capabilities to those who doubted and laughed.

Coming

Coming from the light of the dawn, aspiring dreaming to dream to the end I see a light brighter than the sun, deeper than the oceans. A walk through the waling winds of the Sahara, of the father of the prophets and the mothers of gods are those who fought and died of honor. To me the crystals beneath my feet snake between my toes burning the rage of history, a reminder of what was, and what has to come to me. I am the child of the man and the woman who went on to go and rise up to the heavens and through the trees. I look above to guide me to the afters of life. The creations of miracles skip the land of earth to nuerchers each other, to coexist peacefully as one. One soul has drifted away too far to catch it’s rain, the shadows behind. The eyes of the sky spy, don’t cry only let the words of your facade twinkle and shine. The fingers as tools gifted from your god works manipulating assets. I am lost. I am hollow from the deepest ends on me I quiver with questions. I fear the unknown of me I don’t want to find a shell, emptied by the pains of existence, the experiences made me, but took me hostage, ended me. I was gone. My eyes have frosted during summer days and then melted back into mother.