Manifestation

Terrifying sounds,
Mixed with the serenity of death,
The beauty of war.
The calming bath of blood.
Swimming and holding your breath under the pool of men.
These are the simple joys of war.
Finding your target,
Taking Aim, "hmmmm what would be fun to see decimated this time?"
Locking in, "this should entertaining"
Firing,
Watching,
Connecting,
The cold sadistic laughing of war slipping from my teeth.
Seeing the disintegration of his neck,
The falling of his head.
It temps me.
The sweet taste of death.
The tranquil sounds of those screaming and crying around my decapitated kill.
You can see the men beginning to look,
Looking for his murderer,
They don't get much time to look,
I continue cutting down their ranks.
Nothing can stop me from finishing what I've started.
It's riveting really,
Viewing the beauty of my destruction.
Memorized by the beauty,
I almost missed the three men moving onto my hidden position.
It was a nice try, I must admit.
Unfortunately,
No one has the ability to take my life but my own two hands, and right now,
I'm having much to fun taking theirs.
They didn't make it but five feet closer before all three had shattered knees.
Soon they had holes in their hands,
Making it much too hard to shoot at me.
I'll leave them there for later;
Everyone needs a trophy.
Their isn't many of them left.
I take out each of them one by one.
My lips creeping up higher and higher and higher and higher and higher.
The number of those standing becoming lower, and lower, and lower.
My leader told my I've lost my sanity,
I don't agree;
I know exactly where it is.
I pushed it back to the farthest thought of my conscious.
Those who've lost their sanity are much too stupid to accomplish what I have.
I know where my sanity is,
I just decided to stop listening to it.
There is not a single soul standing alive anymore.
I take to my feet,
My original statement holds its authenticity.
I am the reaper taken form.
I am the nightmare you push to the back of your conscious.
I am your demise.
I am you thoughts taken shape.
I am real.
I may not be alive, but I step forward and kill just the same.
I am what you thought was unnecessary.
I am; a necessity.
You think me not?
Then show me.
Show me this world you speak of.
This earth we live on calls me necessary.
If you can't show me a world with out me, make this world find it unnecessary.
Many have tried.
None have succeeded.
You wonder why?
Because not enough around them followed their example.
You live in the country that has done many unspeakable things, but is younger than almost all the others.
You young, arrogant "sovereign state."
How much longer do you think you will last?
You are burning yourselves to the ground.
Don't you look down upon suicide?
You accuse me of hypocrisy?
You must be lunatics.
I would love to end my reign,
But you give me no other options.
I am just as easily destroyed as I am manifested.