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Smile


The night was still young as an hybrid walked across the ground at a place where humans had battled each other for many centries. Had they forgoted that thet were suppose to be the guardians of this world, this earth that they share with many other creatures who try to survive each day, untill they finnaly dies.
They say that god created the human race as a pic of god (who ever this god might be), but for what purpose they were created for, they seems to have forgoten.
I would say that it's very clear, that they should know this one very important thing by themself. That they are suppose to be the protector, the guardians of this world. A world that's being destroyed by themself if they don't try to fix it soon, before it's going to be too late.
The hybrid picks up a cranium from the ground, holds up the skull between it's claws, looks deep into it's dark eyes that are not there anylonger and says: "To be, or not to be, that is the question."
Then the hybrid holds it close to it's throat, below it's head as it smiles, almost looking a bit crazy/insane.
"Smile my dear skull, cus that's the only thing you can do, being just bone and nothing more."



Fin

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