I pen this letter with tumultuous heart,

I must go on without you as we grow apart,

impaled by your soul covering your weakness,

entirely your fault because you refused to swallow

my wishes in big gulps of submission as you tried

to dam my words in gushing floods of confusion.

You kept me from repairing my gloss and worth

as I peeled your scalp and found nothing therein.

Your talons picked me up and flew off with me,

intruding into my soaring mind and thoughts.

I have evolved and don’t want to eat cake,

sadly, I prefer a different taste in my mouth.

I can’t endure seeing the pain I glimpse in your eyes

as I scorn your shores and find new passages.

I’m an immature person full of insecurities –

a wild tangled villain when you’re a sweet rose.

I came to save you from life’s travails but

I couldn’t handle them in bright daylight.

I loved you intensely but couldn’t let

this get in the way of your life journey.

You may think I’m a scoundrel and coward

for not talking to you face to face

But please understand I am saving you

from me in my benevolent ways.

You’ll have to agree, you’ll thank me

              SOMEDAY!

If you have ever played Mario,

you are the villian.

Mario is no hero and here are my reasons:

He is a plumber from another dimension.

After falling in to this new world,

he wound up falling for a girl.

Princess Toadstool (you Peach fans can call me old school)

Yet, she was already promised to another man, King Koopa.

The true king of this land Mario wound up in.

He and his twin Luigi,but back to my story.

I'd like to bring up the point that the king should have his say so of any girl he chose

because everyone knows that's how being king works.

And this Other-worldly plumber jerk is gonna come through his kingdom, killing everything that moves, and take his soon to be betrothed,

He's supposed to be the Hero?

Hell no!

So if you've played it,

now you know,

you were on the side of the villian long ago! ;D

This is actually a story idea I am working on. The idea is, what if we had a private agency where you make a request, and an agent or body of people will support you in your cause.

You probably see where this is going. 

There are two brothers. One is in the world of politics, the other is in this private agency. They both want a better nation, and have their own way of doing so.

Brother number 1, through politics. He is running for office, making plans to "make the nation a better place". His methods are unorthodox, and he has his own private fund that he is tapping into, so basically, he can overthrow the government.

Brother number 2, through the Make a Wish Foundation. He assembles a crew of people and plots the largest assassination plot ever recorded. He plans to create a socialist democracy, where everyone is equal, and yet has power.

The question I pose, however subtly, is who is the real villain? Is it the government, who are struggling to provide for a nation that refuses to cooperate? Is it brother number 1, who is not thinking about the best of the nation, but just himself? Or, is it brother number 2, who is committing illegal acts for the good of the nation?

Tensions will collide, for the brothers soon learn that their paths, although they previously lived different lives. They find themselves secretly warring against each other, although living together and being family. I ask is it wrong to go against the family, even if its for a better cause?

I don't really know, still kind of working on it.

Perhaps they're right - perhaps I am a monster, but despite everything that has happened,  all the carnage and misery, I have no regrets. I will not waver. I have never wavered and I will not bend. If I had known then in the beginning what awaited me at the end, I would have changed nothing because everything that had been sacrificed was for the benefit of a new and better world.

I am not your enemy. I was never your enemy. I was not the aggressor, the oppressor, the master, or the affluent. I was merely the first of the downtrodden, the first in our generation, to see the world for what it was and say, "No. No more," and for that I am considered a villain. In what just world would that be fair?

I did not kill, but many did die, and those that died deserved to die. Did I find joy in their deaths? No! When has cutting out the rot and decay ever been pleasant? And yet, it must still be done. You do not shame the surgeon who amputates an arm to save a life.

The Jews deserved to die.