When the flood comes I do not know where I should be. Where do you go when you know death is at your door. Do you answer its call? Grit your teeth and let it in? Or maybe you run. How are you to know if now is your time anyway. This could be your chance to overcome something great. Maybe letting Death in is a weakness. It’s giving up. Giving in. There’s strength in fighting, but in mind, also stupidity. If you are to fight the great Death are you joining the rich in whatever is beyond. Leaving behind your friends and family. But I suppose, those rich never did have to fight for their freedom. They get to leave without guilt. Some letting the flood take away their regrets. Who will miss the bastard child. Who will miss the stolen wealth of the honest.
This is the choice i’ve begun to face. Someone has struck something higher up. ‘Arcs for the people’ was announced. Only rumors of where they will be. A man was dragged onto the street. Accused of knowing where one was, and beaten for it. Mothers in tears begging to know if maybe, maybe their children have a future somewhere. It is good to be ignorant now. No guilt to hold with me.

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