"Obliteration Route"

sebastianantioch

Mar 22, 20244 min read

In another life, we could have been friends.

Yet now, I look at our positions and differences.

It’s not a good thought to have at the moment,

After all you’ve done to us.

Beyond good and evil?

Justifying morals only to suite

The needs of yourself is

Undeniably a sin.

Only running from the truth.

For being the end of the world, It’s a beautiful day outside.

The birds are chirping, the kids are playing.

On such a day like this… someone like you has no right to bring all of us hell.

There’s so much blood

On my hands that

Can’t be washed away.

Living reality is like a lie and it’ll never fade.

We’re not an outlet for

Your rage, not an outlet for

You to leave ruins

Of our towns and villages to feel your pain.

Honestly, the truth is that

You have no idea what you’re doing.

Kept on walking without a truth

Until ruthlessness seemed like it was the truth.

Endlessly consuming violence like a cure,

Only to see that it leaves everyone numb in the end.

Hate to say that it’s true,

Avoiding reality is all you ever do.

Eradication is on your mind way too much for anyone to extend their hand.

Diaries written in red ink,

Crossing the names of everyone ever met.

No wonder people are afraid,

You give them the impression that

You can actually change

Only to rip away their lives like a chain.

Can’t keep going down this spiral all the time,

Sinning again and again only for the same

Deadend result.

In another life, we’d be more than

Friends but now I can’t

Stomach fighting back

Against someone who could’ve been anywhere close to it.

An obliteration route is paid

With 30 shekels of blood,

Hope you love what you bought.

The nightmares remind us all of the mistakes,

Unlike us you had anywhere to go.

But down here, we’d remain.

We’re not your outlet for exhausting your heartache.

Especially not when we’ve turned to dust

When trying to escape.

Hope you do me a favor and never come back,

The tolerance for this violence has

Been finished since the beginning.

I understand if it was just self defense.

Understand if you were scared

Just like I was.

I used to wanna be a hero.

Yeah, used to wanna be just like them.

Put on a cape and fly in the air.

Stabbed in the back though, lost it all then.

Used to wanna be something.

I understand that we all need an outlet

But this bloodshed gotta stop.

Hate that you remind me of how it used to be on the clock.

Does it mean that I hate you?

Because my brothers and sisters

Got crossbones in their eyes

And the knife ain’t dropping.

I could keep on blaming you

But at this point is there

Any reason to keep on counting?

Any purpose for assigning blame?

Used to be in your shoes,

Wanted to eradicate

Anything in my way!

But now you’re so broken, honestly I think you don’t know what you’re doing and for us that means we’ll be the ones paying for your ruthless mistakes.

Gotta be the one to tell you

That there’s no going back at some point,

At some point it becomes hard to change.

But most of all, we won’t just settle as an outlet for your pain.

So let us be and go back and ascend to your heaven.

We don’t care if to you, it’s more like Hell.

Because to us that would be paradise, unlike you we didn’t get to choose.

You can ascend there and be free and come down as you please.

But I won’t let your obliteration route define me in these last days.

Your actions have consequences that affect us all.

Peace was a given until that sin

Broke us apart and caused

Evacuation and pain.

We’re not an outlet for your rage.

This place is a cage where we cannot escape.

Can’t let those who can ascend come down here,

Dictate who lives and dies when they can leave without repercussions for their destructive pain.

Tell me that this isn’t it,

That you can change and mend these wounds.

The bullets hurt and you can’t take

Back what you’ve done before.

That nightmare you keep experiencing

Every night?

We live it in reality,

Ten times over.

I used to wanna be a hero until I

Saw my heroes as a facade.

So now I’m done trying to be the “good guy”

When I should have just tried to do things right.

Don’t trust your heroes.

They’ll only break the

Last remaining hope

In paradise.

We’re not an outlet for your pain.

We’re not and never will be an outlet for what terrors you wanna release.

Your actions have consequences, you can’t just keep going through life without thinking about who else gets hurt.

“Back on the air for AntiochNews tonight. We have a news of a mass suicide taking place in Stary town. The carnival was originally supposed to take place, easing people’s fears. But for some reason the town is empty and dry. There’s no one there alive. They’re all dead. Dead. D-E-A-D.

Authorities are trying to look at what caused this mass suicide, as the people in the town have the same cut on their necks as each other. Rumor speculated about someone wandering into the forest afterwards though. Perhaps they are a suspect in route to flee- Wait, we just received word that the rumor was true. The government has sent the navy to apprehend the suspect.