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Last night was intoxicating. Smell of heavy moisture and the thunderous roar. The sky cracking as Thor smacks Mjolnir against the heavens. A beautiful night it was.

Instead of doing my needed studies, I laid down and watched the Underworld series. The days of old must have been much simpler back then. Today there are too many distractions and those in power that should not be. Yet, this is the circle of things. Humans know what the problem is and how to fix it, yet they do nothing.



Countries are becoming stronger due to an ideology that surpasses mechanical power. An ideal is difficult to defeat when the enemy is invisible. Again, something that has not been learnt and always destined to repeat itself.



The blood lust is all but gone. Some countries are more fretful about their trinkets than knowing how to actually preserve themselves and their families. Debauchery on laziness. The Trojan horse is abundant and waiting to strike. I am waiting for that time to come. My throat is dry. My blades are lusting for moist crimson liquid.



My inner rage shakes the cage.

Another morning in solitude. It never lasts very long. The hustle of the too impatient to just go with the flow induces stress in me that beckons me to yearn for Monday.



Many do not know because I have not talked about it much, I should be amongst the dead. Luckily for me, ragheads are terrible with an RPG.I have seen death in its purest form. Not controlled in some hospital. The stench of decaying and bloating bodies in the heat. Dogs coming in at night to feed on the fallen.



So please forgive me if I do not fucking jump when you ask me to do some trivial white picket fence chore. I am a warrior from an acestrial line of warriors. Blood is life that is immortal.



The cattle go out to play in the sun. The hunter waits.

I despise mornings. The only joy that comes from this is my time alone to workout. Why did gladiators train? To survive and this is why I put my body through anguish. There is always somebody out in this world ready to attempt to cause me pain. Little do they know my background and death was once a surrounding force.



Another day bored by ignorant Mormons. Engulfed in the arrogance of those young and whom never been away traveling in distant lands. I am alone in my experience, lusting for decades past.

Another boring day amongst the depraved. I hunger for something new, something exciting.

Get up and take care of my five dogs. Take my preworkout supplement to workout. Get my meals ready for work. Shower. Get dressed. Go to work and listen to the idiots at work. Work on school, in hopes of a better life. Repeat.



There has to be more to life than Repeat.



What is it?