Micolus the Colossus

Hello again....

I wrote a little thingy yesterday... anyhow here goes nothin':

Necessities

He hated them more than anything
He constantly reassured himself of his contagious contempt
Not one would go unaffected by this hatred
Not one would see through it

He hated their routine
They responded in kind
He hated even more
They would respond in kind
soon enough...

The man started dreaming

He made his decision
He was to overthrow them once and for all
He was to rebel and destroy
He was to be notorious and reputed

First, he needed be in good health
He needed food and he needed sleep
He needed warmth and he needed comfort
Only the nemesis possesed such things
He had no choice
It was a necessary evil

Then he needed education
No rebellion was possible without wisdom
The only source of this was his omnipotent enemy
He told himself he would infiltrate and unravel
He told himself that it was a necessary evil

Finally, he needed money
No rebellion was to be done without fundings
He would work for them and he would provide for them
He saw himself a leech, they saw him a sheep
All of these were, of course, necessary evils

He let his ravaged hands stroke across his rinkled face
He was old
He was weak
Every breath he would take was filled with love and acceptance
No longer would he hate, nor would he dislike
He would gently fall asleep
as the ghosts of the past would try to reach him

Terrified, the man woke up from his dream
He saw clearly now
There was only one thing that could hurt them
He smiled as the knife slit his throat
Only now, would he be free