Jeremy Emberling [Dot] Com

In the beginning of a change, the patriot is a scarce man, brave, hated, and scorned. When his cause succeeds however, the timid join him, For then it costs nothing to be a patriot. – Mark Twain

I tap the mic.
This is my stage. This is my voice. In front of the world, awaiting my choice. The battle I have fought was for the better good, but the majority settled for less than they should. Their minds already decided on whom they’ve believed. The entire global populace has been deceived. They’ve infiltrated every single mind. Breathing life to an enemy whom no one will find. Hundreds of years they’ve enacted their plan, pulling the strings of the most powerful man. Here they are, in front of me now. Demanding that I, unto them, shall bow. Do it and live, or my life I will give.
That is my choice.
That’s where I am.

Where are the people who were behind me for so long? Where are the ones who said they’d fight for this country to the end? They weren’t blind anymore, so who plucked their eyes out? Do I give up my life for what I’ve believed? Or put all those who’ve died before me to shame? I cry as I know the choice I have made will end my life. I cry not for my death, but for those I’ve fought for.

If only they would open their eyes. Maybe these people can be cleansed from the lies. I know I always did my best. Yeah, I did my part, it’s time to rest. I fought a lifelong war of politics. Thought this would be something that I could fix. I always knew it’d end this way. Heh, what a hell of a day.