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The Punchline to the Joke Is Screaming “Somebody Help Us”
“Every breath that has been exhaled and inhaled, every amount of blood that is spilled must be regulated, there is no such things as mistakes as we concoct perfection. Our uniform may be stained with the blood of rage against the enemy, but also spilt the enemies blood, reminiscent of a mask of victory upon our very flesh. We are victorious, a total sun, which rays burn the enemy, and light the less fortunate. I know everything, that is my blessing, that is my curse, but follow me and I will make you perfect, all of us perfect as well. Never forget that”, announced Sir Marshall. Sir Marshall is in lead command for his country. His voice is projected like a megaphone and his words drop like atom bombs and seep like poison gas, intoxicating the mind. He went back to the door of the balcony but seemed to disappear like a shadow going from sunset to night. In homes and in dreams thoughts can wander more freely within our hearts and minds. Sir Marshall, our leader, is an enigma. That’s what I thought at first at least. Look at a calendar, todays date is parade day, no numbers. During this Marshall stands high in the middle of the parade like a sun coming out of black clouds. At the end of the parade people return orderly like the marches of the parade themselves. Masses of people walk into their cars at the same time, open their doors at the same time, go down the streets at the same speed, and go into their spherical houses. But two people decided not to. Skies were muddy, but my best friend, the last heart I have in a world plagued with early death, Red101 ,and I Black5 decided to go to a bar ...

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...ing and with laughter. And I sighed in another successful act of duplicity. And I thought about Black. I know what he felt deep inside. The hopelessness, the resentment, the agony of going insane. I bet deep inside he was thinking what most people here think in this dystopia of relentless rules. When they reach their demise they’d think “ The punchline to the joke is screaming “Somebody help us”. I looked over back again to that crowd. Took my scripted paper and crumpled it up. I don’t want that. No. I looked into the mirror and saw so many faces I couldn't find the one I saw as my own again. I wanted to see my own again. Before the mass death. Before the darkness. These people don’t need this after everything that happened. So I went back to that crowd and decided to make a change in me, this country, and for these people. You decide if that worked out.

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