I realized that my purpose here was to destroy this world and everything in it (144 hits)
I don't know where to start but at the beginning.
In my adolescence, I wondered what I was put on earth for.
Why must I live my life as an outcast looked down on by others because of my physical and financial status?
I later realized that my purpose here was to destroy this world and everything in it.
It was bestowed upon me in multiple dreams or nightmares depending on how you looked at it. I never considered myself to be different than anybody else but I did have a knack for seeing things accurately and sometimes before they even happened.
Why me? Why was I burdened with such a horrific burden?
I wrestled with the idea of my destiny for many years because It would be only half a lifetime I would be here.
But then I met a girl, who I blindly accepted as my wife even in her wild promiscuous state because I thought she was brought to me through divine intervention, and eventually she would change, and in turn, change me...
We had a child and that child became my everything, and the task I was given became a distant memory.
As if nearing the end of a book I saw the end of my marriage years before it happened. My suspicions (validated through texts and e-mails between my wife and her lover) sent me spiraling downward into an abyss of anger and self-doubt. Even then I held on to the fact that I had a child and surely this would suppress the visions. But as time passed my child rejected me as a father as I knew it would. The anger and rage that I thought was a passing phase of insecurity became the fore-front of my existence. My dreams of happiness and love and joy of the past became nightmarish visions of humans being torn and ripped apart, burned and crushed.
Soon I began to hear reminders from an ancient civilization. Those that had also had these visions. Premonitions of the destruction that was ahead. "The end", that I would somehow be responsible for. "But I have a child here now, what about my child?" I ask in prayer.
Which brings me to "her". An Angel who I can only assume has been sent to me.
She is nothing like anybody I've met here on earth. Her smile is infectious. She makes me laugh again. She makes me smile again. She reminds me of what I'd hope for and wished for as a child. But is it too late? She makes me want to live again and she makes me hope the visions will stop.
Will she be the one to make me forget about the task at hand even as it approaches? Will she be enough to change the future? Will she be enough to do use the rage that tethers on a balance beam in my soul?
