Earth's Demise

"I wonder what this one will be like"
Another chopped and sawed
How easily they fall
"We were warned"
The consequences are evident
"Jump on the bandwagon"

"Hypochondriac update brought to you by fear"
"Satan jacked" us of our senses
"When you absolutely want to freak out your friends"
Stand up for something
"Immediately thrown off course" by those in power

Can't achieve
"Its not good being poor"
Population is screaming
Powerful people aren't hearing
The incompetent run the show

Earth is crying
Trees are dying
"Somethings gone terribly wrong"
Can we bounce back? Reach salvation
The ever impending doom
Suffocation from lack of oxygen
"Can't divide us"
We are already dead

*Quotes taken from the Daily Show

Sad man on a dying Earth

He is affiliated with an organization. Which one you may ask, well all of them. He is obsessed with the attainment of information. His Saturdays are not spent nonchalantly in front of a television. They are spent on the battle lines of causes, one after another. He is omniscient to the problems facing today's world. A panacea for the problems of today does not exist and therefore the destruction rages on. He is scrupulous when addressing such delicate issues. People do not want to hear the truth and unless delivered correctly, they will not believe it either. The Earth is dying, being destroyed slowly, suffering in silence. People are too supercilious to believe it could be there fault and their actions are not venial. Today's world, although trying, is failing at saving what they have lost. While they attempt to do a "green movement" the other part of the population is indulging in shows such as ax men. The stupidity amongst men is uncanny and the inability to work together for a common cause is pathetic. The man of this story, with his cogent pleas for help, is unheard and beginning to feel that it is time to bequeath his stressful cause to someone else. He is tired and sad, the Earth is dying, people are dying. It may not end tomorrow, next year, or even in the next 100 years, but it will. On the path humanity is taking, they are speeding up their ever impending doom. The man of this tale is hopeless and to be frank, done trying to help those who do not want it.

The Vigilante of Venice

As he walked through the alleyways of Venice he was aware of the impending doom. His adversary was not far behind and he clutched the blade that would delete him from this world. His name is Antonio. He is a vigilante to the poor and a criminal to the rich. The urbane man following him is none other than the notorious assassin, Amadeo. Antonio is not a craven man, he is willingly to take risks, even if it means he will meet his demise. Amadeo has a reputation that sends people fleeing back into their homes. Amadeo is able to coerce people into doing whatever he needs. In order to not involve his friends or family Antonio has been able to alienate them and by doing so he has insured their survival and has stopped Amadeo from harassing them. Exhilarated and pumped full of adrenaline he makes his way down the street and into a small alcove. There, he waits from his opponent and his death. It is not an artifice, him waiting there, patiently. He is simply ready. He knew that the day would come when his actions caught up with him. Although he had helped a lot of people, he did not help the "right" people, the people of power. Now, they set out to kill him. As he sat there, waiting, he could not help but think of his past. He saw the light reflect off the blade and then felt the cold steel slip into his heart. He died, a hero to the poor and a menace to the rich.  

Old Man Eugene

He is belligerent and cannot help but yell at the passing children. He is 65, retired and bitter. It is not longer feasible for him to leave his house, especially after he broke his hip.  Eugene is not married and has so much time on his hands that usually he spends it sleeping or meticulously planning how to make the neighborhood kids miserable. His constant nostalgia continues to make him depressed and resent choices he once made. Life is no longer in his control and as he grows older he realizes the opportunities he missed. He sits on his porch, sipping coffee and grimacing at those who pass by, jealous of their youth and overall benevolent manner. Although he constantly yells at the neighborhood kids, like any old man should, the children seem to be impervious to his insults. This fact only angers him more. He scrutinizes their every move, unable to trust anyone younger than himself. Even girl scouts who are simply trying to sell some cookies are not to be trusted. He is the quintessence of old men. Everyone is averse to him; his house is avoided like the black plaque. The old man lives his days alone.

The ambidextrous artist

She was a young girl, bereft of any friends and simply floating through school. Attempting to get it over with as quickly as possible. She warily walked the halls hoping to not be noticed, to simply be allowed to glide through. Being invisible one is able to get away with hearing and seeing more than most. She could not help but gape at the behavior of her peers. Most were so unkempt , not even caring enough about their own personal appearance to put on real pants. Art was her only saving grace. She was quite ambidextrous and enjoyed working with the pliable material of the art world. After some time she found herself unable to create up new ideas or grab any inspiration from the outside world, she was unable to make art. Her alteration into a more tentative nature began to worry her teacher. Her teacher reiterated time and time again about the importance of just going in and grabbing an idea, to not falter or stop because picking back up the momentum would be difficult. Soon she began to walk at night and go for long drives to pick up any intimation of what she should create next. Finally, she had it and as she deployed her materials she set out to create once more.