Gelene Beverly
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I love to write. It’s about letting my feelings out and hopefully touch another’s heart and passion. Stay unique.
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The Balance of Fate
I remember when violence in music, television and movies was censored. Everyone was certain that kids would become desensitized to it all and it would lead to violence and hatred in everyday life. I was one of the kids who thought, “Seriously, we know the difference between reality and it’s consequences and make believe.” I know I sure did, but I was horribly mistaken. It didn’t stop with kids but even adults got it in their head that a television show or movie was real. They couldn’t differentiate between the actors and their characters, so very desperate to escape what they perceived as their own redundant, boring lives. Within 10 years, more graphic lyrics, scenes and even newscasts were becoming more and more prevalent. With technology, people began to disconnect from one another. It opened the door for the always present yet suppressed “human nature” to begin to rule society, governments, military, you name it yet so many people just couldn’t see how things were getting out of hand. They couldn’t see what evil was happening around them. I remember after witnessing several completely selfish, heartless and extremely cruel acts of people around me that I wrote a poem about how I was certain there were people being born these days without souls. Finally, one day, a little known dictator decided that nuclear weapons weren’t as dangerous as they had been made out to be and really didn’t care about anything except being right and recreating in reality the plot to his favorite television series. He blew up his own country when the weapon malfunctioned and destroyed half the world along with its population. That’s when “they” came. Strangers that were not truly human, not alien, nothing we could explain. They came a few at a time at first through flashes or what I came to see as rifts. What was left of the human race fought disease, radiation poisoning, the loss of the luxuries everyone relied on. The “soulless” prayed on those who could not clearly see this coming but who were truly what humanity used to strive to become, kind, pure and innocent. All they want and do is reach out and help each other. Nonviolent, loving, peaceful, even in the face of this ruined world. The “innocents” never thought about retaliating against their oppressors even when members of their group were murdered. Those of us who could clearly see how humanity was changing for the worst, who saw where the world was headed as years passed right up to the end of our civilization, try to protect the innocents. We call ourselves the “seers”. We know that the innocents must be protected. They are the future of humanity. The soulless have to go but when our work is done, we must also go. Our ability for violence would taint the innocents. However, we are happy to sacrifice ourselves in the end to see humanity reach its true potential.
By Gelene Beverly5 years ago in Fiction
