Wake Up!
He woke up. Just like in the past, the same way our ancestors did. Half animal, half human. Stronger. Bigger. Dominant. He found the club with which he hunted for himself when he was hungry and bundled off his mates. He recognizes his potential, realizes that when he holds his weapons in his hands, he has unlimited power.
You woke up. Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere. It is silent for a moment, for you to be able to listen to the wild beating of your heart in the silence and to feel how the hot blood runs in your veins and your muscles almost tear out because of the stress. Just like a predator in the last moment before the attack. Where are you? Who are you? Doesn’t matter, you exist. Since when? You don’t know. You don’t even care just like for many other things. Nothing matters. Or everything matters.
Once. Once you just walked through the wall. Once you didn’t stop, even though you were asked. Once you simply destroyed those who stood in your way. Once you just didn’t sidestep the obstacle, but tore through it. Just a moment. When it happened.
In a bloody, dark moment you were born. In your past, among animals out of time, in the dark that lies deep in your genes that led your ancestors through million years. He was born in the world that you were born into.
He is the one that slew the neighborhood horde when it was needed and he was the one who got more animals than anybody else around. So he got much protein and his brain, body, bones and muscles developed well. He was looking for and took, forcibly if needed, the most hospitable habitat. He chose the most appropriate woman for reproduction and got her. Got more food than anybody. Reproduced himself. His offspring have been supplied with a lot of protein which ensured their survival.
He achieved the right for himself to stay alive. He achived the right for his genes to stay alive. That’s why you are alive and are being born again. As offspring of the beast. The beast who escorted you along the evolutionary way, like a dark, dismal shadow. Who watched in the background, behind all your activity, with glowing eyes and bloody dirty mouth. Who howled in your head through the nights and lamented the squandered strength and misspent life. Who openly grumbled if anything aroused his desire that he couldn’t reach because of you. Who gave you strength. Who galloped with you with a bloody tongue hanging out.
Just like a priest of a rare religion, he believed in you, in his firstborn son. Believed in your personal redemption, always believed. You do not have anything to do with anyone. You are alone. Just like everybody else. Just like your genes deep inside your body. We can call these "Brutal Genes". These genes work for you.
You can reach anything. There is nothing else but you and your goals. You do not have life, do not have death. There is only now. Pure existence. Just like a wound that has been burnt into you and cannot heal. This leads you. The ancient, true law of life. You will get what you want. This is not a game. Your life is at stake every second of every day. In everything, always, everywhere. You found power. The strength. You only need to reach out your hand to get what you really need. Go and get it. Just act. You do not have any morals or any obstacles. There are no barriers around you. Life laughs at you, at his only true son who recognized the real law. The ancient truth. Get what you need and do not cry.
Everyone feels your strength. You do not have any friends or confederates. You are perfect. You concentrate on the present, the moment that perfectly consumes your whole self. This is the moment that was created from you just like planets of the ancient world. You only need to concentrate, compressing all your strength, you are immortal, unbeatable.
The only sound is the beating of your heart. Then silence. Then again. The oxygen bears down on your cells like a lash, like the lightning of creation in the ancient times slashing the raw ocean. The strength of your ancestors is in all your molecules. Wildness and brutality boils. Then silence again.
The silence, the smallness of the world stands face to face with the beating of your heart. One moment. Concentrate! Open your eyes! Wake up! Chose yourself! Be brutal! Start living!
You woke up. Somewhere. Nowhere. Anywhere. It is silent for a moment, for you to be able to listen to the wild beating of your heart in the silence and to feel how the hot blood runs in your veins and your muscles almost tear out because of the stress. Just like a predator in the last moment before the attack. Where are you? Who are you? Doesn’t matter, you exist. Since when? You don’t know. You don’t even care just like for many other things. Nothing matters. Or everything matters.
Once. Once you just walked through the wall. Once you didn’t stop, even though you were asked. Once you simply destroyed those who stood in your way. Once you just didn’t sidestep the obstacle, but tore through it. Just a moment. When it happened.
In a bloody, dark moment you were born. In your past, among animals out of time, in the dark that lies deep in your genes that led your ancestors through million years. He was born in the world that you were born into.
He is the one that slew the neighborhood horde when it was needed and he was the one who got more animals than anybody else around. So he got much protein and his brain, body, bones and muscles developed well. He was looking for and took, forcibly if needed, the most hospitable habitat. He chose the most appropriate woman for reproduction and got her. Got more food than anybody. Reproduced himself. His offspring have been supplied with a lot of protein which ensured their survival.
He achieved the right for himself to stay alive. He achived the right for his genes to stay alive. That’s why you are alive and are being born again. As offspring of the beast. The beast who escorted you along the evolutionary way, like a dark, dismal shadow. Who watched in the background, behind all your activity, with glowing eyes and bloody dirty mouth. Who howled in your head through the nights and lamented the squandered strength and misspent life. Who openly grumbled if anything aroused his desire that he couldn’t reach because of you. Who gave you strength. Who galloped with you with a bloody tongue hanging out.
Just like a priest of a rare religion, he believed in you, in his firstborn son. Believed in your personal redemption, always believed. You do not have anything to do with anyone. You are alone. Just like everybody else. Just like your genes deep inside your body. We can call these "Brutal Genes". These genes work for you.
You can reach anything. There is nothing else but you and your goals. You do not have life, do not have death. There is only now. Pure existence. Just like a wound that has been burnt into you and cannot heal. This leads you. The ancient, true law of life. You will get what you want. This is not a game. Your life is at stake every second of every day. In everything, always, everywhere. You found power. The strength. You only need to reach out your hand to get what you really need. Go and get it. Just act. You do not have any morals or any obstacles. There are no barriers around you. Life laughs at you, at his only true son who recognized the real law. The ancient truth. Get what you need and do not cry.
Everyone feels your strength. You do not have any friends or confederates. You are perfect. You concentrate on the present, the moment that perfectly consumes your whole self. This is the moment that was created from you just like planets of the ancient world. You only need to concentrate, compressing all your strength, you are immortal, unbeatable.
The only sound is the beating of your heart. Then silence. Then again. The oxygen bears down on your cells like a lash, like the lightning of creation in the ancient times slashing the raw ocean. The strength of your ancestors is in all your molecules. Wildness and brutality boils. Then silence again.
The silence, the smallness of the world stands face to face with the beating of your heart. One moment. Concentrate! Open your eyes! Wake up! Chose yourself! Be brutal! Start living!
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