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o one knows the date, or even an estimated time of day. Well, few do, but those few...they believe that putting and end to humantity now will bring a resurrection of all that was meant to flourish beyond boundry; but instead, they starved. Revive what died do to man's greed and the mistreatment of the body and the cells - the royalty or the 'highnesses'; the common peasants or the 'rustics.' Not only do you need strong leadership to build and uphold a long enduring society; you need the cells - the common folk who follow where they're lead, who put faith into what they're told, who answer question with words made up from the mouths of whom stand above them.

Not only do you need this for an uplifting civilization, but you need it for religion as well. The everyday people who pass on the 'words of wisdom' they hear from their Holy Churches. Those who follow blindly the role models who will lead them; a scientist and a rat maze.

No I am not writing this to tell you religion is wrong, I am simply writing a story. A story that may either be fact or fiction, but either way there is a choice to consider. This is a story you can either believe and follow, or pass of automatically as fiction. These choices however, no matter how small they seem, can choose your path and your character. This states if you are a follower of all you hear - oblivious to your own right of opinion - or the leader - oblivious to your own conscious. But then...maybe you're not a Christian, nor are you a "Hitler," but rather some nobody - who prefers life that way - who chops time away with an axe in their head as they read a novel of fiction. Maybe you prefer this to people...A peculiar decision...

None the less, I cannot choose for you, but you may listen - no matter.

For there is now a world where no longer is the scent of nature in the air - human waste and pullution have devoured the scent. No longer are there places of solitude - They watch you everywhere.

If you're wondering who 'they' are, you have sauntered into the wrong story, but keep your mind to stay anyhow.

You do not know who I am; not must I say, may you ever find any andswer that faces you in the very end. But I know tyhe richness of these words, the meaning in each syllabol. I know what makes your feeling ignite, the candy for you senses.

You see, there was a girl...A pretty girl - though she never thought so. She was admired for her beauty. She was wanted for reason too easily found in a man's head. Soon she gave up on her sense of love for a bit, and she found she lusted...differently than she - and every one else - thought.

As time quickened past her there was Bethany, there was Elizubeth. There was Sarea. But no matter, she remembered the person who was a follower...but in many ways a leader. To say the least - of course forged from lack of more useful words - he was a Christian.

They were good friends, they'd started school together and immediatly clicked. Until, of course, how close they were began to fade, to wear, to tear. They grew apart apart, but she always remembered. Revisited his friendly features - his words, his lips, his voice, his eyes - all in her memories. Although she always seemed reserved and forgetful of the past, she always remembered...remembered it all.

Later she fell in a true, deep, pure love. She could feel it was real this time, she just knew it. They both did. The girl had her new love's name tattooed on her wrist, so she would always be there - the ink needle irritating the skin with each letter.  A      d      i      l      y ...

Adily.

They lived together, watching the world fall in chaos as a new leadership took the world in an iron tight grip on their television set. Reading and writing what the world failed to posses. As I stated previously, a peculiar way to live. But, they lived, and until the end, in peace.

Until someone found them out. No one wants to live in a world where gay couples hid secretly - not to be happy. They wanted them all converted or dead. One way, one example, of followers watching the lead of one man, then dictating.

They took her first - Adily. The girl's everything. In turn, the girl stopped eating - she collapsed physically and mentally. The military found her and took her as well. They made her eat, made her live for their torture, she didn't care. Adily's voice was all she needed and she rememnered the soft, sing-songy voice. She remembered her face and her fiery hair.

Finally, she was taken in for questioning. They strapped her to an old machine - a lie detector they used to call it. More of a truth provider now than anything else.

There were six men against the wall infront of her - alert, read, in military stance - all clad in armor. A seventh inbetween, right in the middle of the wall. Hazel eyes shown beneath a length of hair. Those eyes...they took up all they could about this myster law breaker. An eighth man sat himself directly across the table from her.

"Now remember, the needle does no lie." The man said.

"yes sir." She nodded.

"Right then. Have you ever commited to same sex relations?"

Is that not why I'm here?" She'd provided bluntly. A hint of irritation shone in the man's almost black eyes, but his voice still stayed milky and smooth.

"Do you know why that came about?" He topped it with a slight sneer...she knew that sneer...from all thsoe who broke her.

"It just sort of happened. Men like you took an affect on me." her voice remained blank but her eyes met his as she brought her chin up.

"Yes, well..." He started to seem quite agitated.

"One moment pleace, if you'd allow me hun." The man nodded briefly. Over his shoulder she cocked her head to the still observing man.

"Mr. Lesol, might you step forward?" She spoke directly to the hazel eyed man, and he looked taken aback. Even given that, though, he stepped towards her and took of his hat to reveal wavy brown hair, long and thick.

"I knew it was you. But you know, when we parted ways fbefore, I recall you were off to become a vet. Whatever brought this on?"

"It can't be..."

"Sure it can! It's me is, it not?" She'd cut in.

"Now tell me, weren't you in love? The woman hated this sort of thing - if I can remember correctly." Which, might I add, of course she had.

"She didn't believe a vet was powerful enough of a position for me and she left...Then I enlisted and I was brought up through the ranks with ease."

"She would have come back, you know, if you'd stayed yourself."

"She tried when I enlisted...She said I wasn't me anymore. What about you?" Which was a stupid question.

"I'd fallen in love. Your prescious organization took her away, and I'm pretty sure, have killed her."

Her old friend stood quiet for a moment.He then looked to the camera to his left, shaking his head in disbelief. "Adily." He'd whispered.

She nodded as one...two...three tears slid down her face.

"Remember, before," He nodded to the entrance of her recollection, "when you asked why I believed I would be going to Hell?"

"And you said, 'Because God will not accept me for who I am, what feels right. The emotions he granted me.'" He quoted correctly, and she nodded in return.

"If I find myself in Hell, it would be better than being in Heaven not knowing her face, her voice, her love...Better than living in this dumpsite y'all built."

He nodded - face blank. Then, "I understand."

Tears clouded her eyes at this point. She looked up at her once past friend. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. "I now understand, but you don't need to-"

"I will do what I must do." Her voice had fallen flat. This is now a world of hate and the misunderstood." She kissed the tip of his nose and leaned back with a smile. She then began to wipe her tears away.

She knew if her hands came from above the table for any reason, the men would fire. All in one instant Mr. Lesol was pushed underneath the table alongside the interrogator. The bullets from their rifles pushed the tears from her eyes and face.

And abomination - now, today's world - ripped more than this one relationship apart. Not even just that, but a heartbeat as well. A silent, but presciouse prayer in one man's mind; all the memories of one person's life swiped clean from the earth, all lost now.

Death forced intself into each and every one of our lives, and yet we follow the man - the very government - who brought it into lived daily. We follow the lead of the man that placed and forged that radiantly harmful pressence of a whole in each heart. We follow him to lead us out of the very world he lead us into, all he's done, but has blamed on the dead.

Inside us all there's the consciousness, the open opinion screaming to be let out, shot gun sized holes to be filled. But no one will let themselves mend. Our hope is lost in those many people.

Lies - you may think I'm feeding you all lies. Then, I never said it was the truth, never said it would affect you. If it sounds true, it must be, right?

Yawns from you. You may not believe me openly, but why would you stay with the story so long? The very end? You can feel that hope burning inside you, must be used and let out. This is your chance.

You may think this is all a lie - insane...but you weren't the one to watch a girl die for no reason. As for me, I will always be the girl that I am. I will always be the letters on my page. The words in my mouth - trapped in my throat. One of the many who lost her love because we were in love. Just this girl. Nothing. Everything. As well as the girl with nothing left.

Just remember, you can never have a long term civilization - man's greed soaks in and all dies.