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The calamitous Rank Leader of sleuth.
Lethargic in her ways
Yet apathetic all the same
With a layer of doltish
XRAY-0
THE PEOPLE
THE SLAVES
THE PROLES
EVERYONE
The populace of today, the leftovers and the final humans in history.
Fearful, apathetic, vile, a collection of vile filth brought to light via the worst time in history
Change is impossible, children will never be seen again.
It will be their fault.
THE NOW
THE THEN
THE FUTURE
Viral leeches that are picking away at my cortex, day in, and day out.
They have been here since the start.
Without a reason to remember.
I have outlived most.
But...
The outliers show themselves.
NOT MISSED - "DEARLY BELOVED" - REST IN PEACE - HELIX-70
An outlier, who's death I was not witness to.
Yet another victim of the mountain.
Any ill will I held, I simply can't remember.
Without a doubt, it was well placed.
LONG GONE - STIFLED - LEFT BEHIND - KING-1
The force keeping an intelligence department alive.
Lacking your presence, it fell into ruin.
Left to I, forced to collect the already rotted and seasoned down pieces of a once department.
The failure of your escape was felt long post your death,
The blame, was left to I.
Three of the survivors from that district.
Today, the only survivor.
I blame you not for your death,
Nor for your unwillingness to run that day,
I blame your followers, the leeches you called friends
Friends who learned to despise me,
Apathetic of reason, blinded by useless rage.
The world where you existence is lacking,
is the truly successful world.
BUTCHERED - DEARLY DEPARTED - DETECTIVE - XRAY-06
The beautiful staple of a detective;
'tis what I would rejoice in saying,
Despite his faults,
His, distance
He functioned, simply, amazingly, beautiful.
As if an Arabic gift,
Without the suicidal bombing ideals.
Truly, un-deserving of such a fate.
SYMBOL OF FEAR - DEATH - LIVING MONSTER - JURY-181
The internal enemy.
A once man, now vile monster.
Changed beyond any rememberance of him.
Undeniably new, yet all powerful.
New..
Too new, too un-experienced
Un-deserving of all you have gained.
The day of your downfall will be filled with joy and celebration.
ULTIMATE OUTLIER - COMPEER - TRUSTFULLY UNFURLED - XRAY-96
My closest defender.
Ally of the highest degree.
A simple presence is a threat.
For the survival of her,
distance is required.
A gift.
The highest gift I can give,
To protect being not of me,
Stunningly rare.
SUBSIDARY OUTLIER - BALD - TRUSTFULLY UNFURLED - HELIX-0
A being lasting as long as I.
A survivor through unimaginable scenarios.
Idiotic, but all the while undeniably lovable.
To send a simple verbal pity, is enough
For you need it, your squad is in ruins.
Best wishes, is all I may give.
DOCTOR - BLUE COLLAR DETECTIVE - NEOTERIC - XRAY-24
Of my fraternity,
I hold little knowledge of you.
You are..
You, are....
Certainly, one of my functionaries.
Undoubtly.
INNOMINATE - COLLABORATION WTIH THE BACKGROUND - WHO? - JUDGE-61
Comparable to the background itself.
Dissimulated facts about himself,
Left, there I am, pondering rememberace worthy experiences.
Yet, it slips my mind.
How sad,
How awful.
Mayhaps, we should discuss more.
That certainly sounds fun.
LIFE
WORLD
REALITY
My own existence and mortality has been realized.
The dream, awoken from, my sight was cleared.
Existence is torture
Living is hellish
Life, once a gift, is a curse.
A curse that has began to be removed.
By the help, of outside force.
Children, gone.
Life, almost gone.
A cause, I rejoice it helping.
The fear still exists, as my instincts betray me.
The day that fear is gone.
Will be the day, of my true joy.
Silent, o' so amazingly silent.
Death; as I recall it.
Empty, horrifying,
and painful
As if the moment the bullet entered my head, was a life time.
I see it all, o' so clearly.
Every mistake,
Every success
Yet, the outlier exists.
Retirement, greatness, survival
But a radio call away.
My regrets, are lacking.
All wishes fufilled,
Yet, a feeling of sadness shows itself.
Is it of death?
Or mayhaps, the ones I leave behind,
To the torture of living.
Mayhaps, within a reachable time.
They may join me, in the mercy of death.
I see it now, but a bright light.
It rejects me, I haven't a doubt in my mind.
The gates of hell, I can feel the brimstone's heat.
My eternal punishment awaits.
The light, unforgiving.
Yet, somehow, amazingly...
My view, is the light, and only the light.
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