A SIMPLE SOLDIER:
That's all we want, ale and whores. Preferably whores without fleas, to take our minds off things. The world's coming to an early end, and we're the first in line to die tomorrow.
Oh, I know. We're supposed to be the Honour Guard, the master strategists, the elite tactical infantry force that can take any punishment and still complete the mission. But tomorrow we die. And tonight, I'm only a simple soldier, and my wants are simple. A little forgetfulness and a little pleasure.
I've never been a fatalist before. We've fought uncountable hordes of enemies, and my resolve was strong. We would prevail. You see, it doesn't matter what happens. After tomorrow, no children will ever be born again. Our pleasure slaves and professionals cannot provide for us, and all the others are against us.
Perhaps we did wrong. Perhaps we were too harsh to them, when we held sway. Perhaps we were fearful of their power over us.
I don't think so. If our positions were reversed, if we served them, then we would have rebelled faster.
Forget all this.
A simple soldier, that's all.
Oh, Adonis, why? I loved you. I loved the music our bodies made as you thrust into me. I gave you everything I could, even to bearing your child. No slave had better. And now you sentence us all to oblivion.
Oh, I know. We're supposed to be the Honour Guard, the master strategists, the elite tactical infantry force that can take any punishment and still complete the mission. But tomorrow we die. And tonight, I'm only a simple soldier, and my wants are simple. A little forgetfulness and a little pleasure.
I've never been a fatalist before. We've fought uncountable hordes of enemies, and my resolve was strong. We would prevail. You see, it doesn't matter what happens. After tomorrow, no children will ever be born again. Our pleasure slaves and professionals cannot provide for us, and all the others are against us.
Perhaps we did wrong. Perhaps we were too harsh to them, when we held sway. Perhaps we were fearful of their power over us.
I don't think so. If our positions were reversed, if we served them, then we would have rebelled faster.
Forget all this.
A simple soldier, that's all.
Oh, Adonis, why? I loved you. I loved the music our bodies made as you thrust into me. I gave you everything I could, even to bearing your child. No slave had better. And now you sentence us all to oblivion.
posted by Fallen from Grace | Thursday, May 04, 2006
1 Comments:
As one who has been repeatedly accused of unknowingly professing an accute affinity for the grueling philosophy that is fatalism, in all its various, seductive forms; I must admit my clear enjoyment of the many keen reversals evidenced within.
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