The Degenerates Creed
Forgive me Universe, for I have distrusted you in thought, word, and deed. I am a slave to suffering, and I deserve your temporal just and eternal punishment.
I ask for more fire to fuel the flames when I should request water to extinguish languishing faults. However rotten, know that I am grateful for your love. I always have been and always will be. When I see nothing but darkness; you only show me light. It is not your fault that I am too stubborn a fool to see the pitfalls that are ever present before me in this masterful weaving of mortality.
Therefore, I shall express only gratitude when I am shined upon, and even more so when I am shunned. For I know that this is the path that all humans must face when they try to challenge the beasts within the forest.
It is not a right, but a privilege to survive these trials and tribulations. Without them I am nothing; a disgraced soul. So much so that even the peasants ridicule me with my flawed idolatry. For this I am truly sorry, and I vow to detox my deplorable ways. If I fail to do so I am no more worthy to be blessed by your grace than the jesters who pine eternally in the courts canvassing a mere opportunity at glory.
This shame will encompass me as perilous, and a driving force of motivation. If not, then my purpose is nothing more than that of a scoundrel. I will mercifully be cast to the side and shattered indefinitely until I am admitting of my lunacy. I deserve to be stripped of my pride and valor; mocked as the embarrassment I have instilled. My role will be in unison with that of a roach; the most wretched of life forms that roam the Earth. For no sentient wishes to be a roach. To any who may, it is those that are truly the lost. May their life be justly left in shambles for the deceit they wish to engage upon.
As for me, I will be a warrior. I will fight until I have nothing more to give. This craft is not one for the meak. This art we adventure, aboundfully dutiful; is not about winning the battle, but winning the war. For no individual can ever defeat a system as impenetrable as yours. When we are victorious, we will praise you. When we are not victorious, we will praise you. Always will we be in awe of the honor you expect of us to uphold. To that we agree, and will be eager to make good on such vows. For what is life other than a set of responsibilities intertwined heroically.
We are creators, imaginers, and visionaries. We are valiant animals,whimsical creatures, saturated in an infinite vortex. We fight to honor that which we are and that which we are not. That which we wish to uphold and that which we wish to protect with dignity and fulfillment. Never are we to be shallow, for yours is a game to be played in the deepest of waters.
Once we have braved this entanglement, and lived to see the other side, nevermore shall we be afraid or timid. We cast away weakness and negativity. Embrace positivity and strength. For our esteem is born and bred in confidence, and this conquest of vitality begins today.
The present is for the living, and time waits for no one. So may we hold onto this moment for as long as possible, and store it away just as quickly. The sun may set today, but it will always rise again tomorrow. Your guidance is living proof of such. For when the great energy shines again upon the Earth, we will meditate in earnest with it’s beauty and purity. When this moment in time passes, as it has always proven to be; we will think all the right thoughts with this knowledge thrust evermore vividly upon our growing consciousness. It is thus up to each of us to transcend the greatest of emotions into the divineness of altruism. In your enhancement; the courage to grow.
The Meanthead 