aa5tidus

The feathers of the fallen lay scattered upon the earth.Soiled by blood of own and nemesis.Not a breath of life, all is gone, by man's cruel hand.The endless hunger for the power over all.Their cold hand showed no mercy as it doused the flames.I yell to the some choked heavens. "Why is there a crucible, for those good of heart- those who do good, for the sake of doing good.- Why is good only recognized, for those who- act to reach an eternal, glorious life in the clouds."Silence drifted though the dirty winds nothing-no answer- like always. I hung my head for I was alone for few shared my strife-my morals.I understand, that I am cut from t...