The False Prophet

Today, as the sky cried out and the earth bathed in blood, everyone cried out for him to come : The One,

He ascended and people smiled, for he had come - their Prophet, he had come into their nightmares like the Sun.

People began to shout, people began to cry and people rejoiced, they felt like breathing again and living again,

He would take them to their victory, he would make them human again, he would make them forget Pain.

He picked up his gun and began running like a bull on rampage, he began running and everyone embraced Hope,

People realised he was their Haven this time, people realised the enemy were their fall to death and he was their last rope.

So people began running behind him as he cut his way through the enemy, they began running and inside their hearts flied,

Until suddenly The Prophet got shot and never moved again, until suddenly all chances of their win, along with him had died.

His body lay in dust, while they realised their best had failed, his body lay in dust, while for their lives, they began to run,

And as the people became the Resistance, in horror they realised : All along, there was no saviour, there never was The One.



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