The Weight of Their Hands

The Weight of Their Hands

In a town where shadows lingered, where hope felt like a dream,

Lived a man of quiet strength, with eyes that held a gleam.

A servant of the people, with hands worn and stained,

He toiled for their future, though his heart bore the pain.

Each day he rose at dawn, the weight of the world on his back,

Building bridges of kindness, yet feeling the cracks.

He wore his heart like armor, but it was fragile and thin,

For love had whispered softly, and he let her in.

She was a vision, radiant, with laughter like the sun,

A spark in the darkness, a battle he’d won.

They shared stolen moments, their fingers brushed light,

Two souls, intertwined, igniting the night.

In the early days of their love, they would meet in the town square, where the scent of blooming flowers mingled with the laughter of children. They would sit on a weathered bench, sharing dreams and secrets, their voices barely above a whisper. He spoke of his hopes for the community, of parks and schools, of a future where every child could play without fear. She listened intently, her eyes sparkling with admiration, and in those moments, he felt invincible.

But envy is a serpent, lurking close to the flame,

And whispers turned to shadows, twisting love into blame.

As he stood for the truth, a target on his chest,

He fought for their future, unaware of the test.

The townsfolk, once supportive, began to murmur behind closed doors. They watched as he poured his heart into every project, every initiative designed to uplift the community. Yet, as his love for her grew, so did the resentment of those who felt overlooked. They saw his happiness as a threat, a reminder of their own unfulfilled dreams.

One fateful evening, when the stars wept with dread,

They met in a hidden place, where dreams gently tread.

But fate had a cruel hand, and darkness drew near,

A storm brewed around them, as they clung to their fear.

The grove where they met was a sanctuary, a place where the world faded away. They would lie on the grass, gazing up at the stars, sharing their dreams of a life together. “One day,” he would say, “we’ll build a home filled with laughter and love.” She would smile, her heart swelling with hope, and they would dream of a future that felt just within reach.

With hearts full of promise, they faced the unknown,

But the night held its secrets, and the seeds of betrayal were sown.

In a heartbeat, chaos erupted, a shot shattered the air,

Two souls intertwined, now caught in despair.

On that fateful night, as they shared a tender kiss, the tranquility shattered with the sound of gunfire. A shot rang out, echoing through the trees, and in an instant, their world turned to chaos. He felt a searing pain in his chest as he fell to the ground, blood soaking into the earth beneath him. She screamed, her heart racing as she rushed to his side, cradling his head in her lap.

He fell to the ground, his life slipping away,

With her scream echoing, a haunting ballet.

In the stillness of night, where love should have bloomed,

Their laughter now silenced, and their dreams turned to gloom.

“Stay with me, love,” she pleaded, tears streaming like rain. “Please, don’t leave me!” But the world had conspired to tear them apart, and in that moment, she felt the weight in her heart. She could see the light fading from his eyes, and with every passing second, her world crumbled around her.

With the last of his breath, he whispered her name,

A promise of love that would never be tamed.

But fate, cruel and merciless, had sealed their cruel fate,

Two lives intertwined, now lost to the hate.

In that tragic embrace, they departed this earth,

Leaving behind shattered dreams, and echoes of mirth.

For though they were taken, their love burned so bright,

In the hearts of the people, they ignited the night.

The news of their tragic end spread like wildfire through the town. People gathered in hushed groups, their faces pale with shock and grief. The town that had once been filled with laughter now echoed with sorrow. They mourned not just the loss of two beloved souls, but the dreams that had been extinguished too soon.

Now the town holds their story, a tale of despair,

Of love that was fleeting, yet beyond all compare.

For in every struggle, in every lost fight,

They found in each other a flicker of light.

As the days turned into weeks, the town began to change.

what's the point of living? might as well since we were born? to be happy?merley because we don't want to die? for posterity? or to achieve goals we've set? or is meaning just a concept created by humans? while the truth of the matter is that everything is meaningless

THAT IS WHERE THE PUREST FORM OF SUPREMACY LIES