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Madness of the SoldierThe soldier stood, at the edge of his mind;
Treading the line of his sanity,
Kill or be killed, all he'd been taught,
"Your job is not to think!"
The soldier stood, on the brink of despair;
The devil and demons for company,
Grenades and bullets - the life he chose,
Tanks and RPGs.
The soldier stood, conflicted inside;
Searching his soul for the truth,
One man's hero, another's paraiah,
Ordered to die for the "good of the nation".
The soldier stood, thinking of home;
Of safety, of love, of comfort and warmth,
Of farcical laws, domestic troubles,
Petulant squabbles and false self-importance.
The soldier stood, at the edge of his mind;
Dancing a jig with his madness,
Visions of pain, destruction and chaos,
Crawling like insects inside of his head,
The soldier gave in,
By no mortal enemy;
Slain by his consciousness.
Empire of Terra IIntroduction
Three thousand years have passed since mankind first reached for the stars. The Terran Empire, under the leadership of the King, spans across fourteen star-systems. However, resources are short, and the Empire's law enforcement is buckling under the strain of so many worlds. Alien races have both helped and hindered, but the result remains the same. The edges of the Empire are heavily defended, as is the centre, but there is a band of absolute lawlessness in between. This is known as the Open Space. Law Enforcement does exist out there, it's true, but where it does it is beaurocratic and corrupt. Many bands of mercenaries, pirates, thieves, gangs and pretty much the dregs of the galaxy thrive in the Open Space. An effort has just been launched to stamp down on all of this crime, as it has grown to such proportions that it is de-stabilising the infrastructure of the Empire, and enemies of the Terrans have begun to mass on its borders.
The leader of the first segment in this
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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