Scripture
Epiphany:
Hubris, the worst sin.
Pride.
Pride.
Wings of wax, a foundation so brittle he leapt, no fear in
his heart he took to the sky. He soared higher, higher than he needed to, the highest he could go. Even if they told him, even if he felt the sun burning him, Blind with hubris, he fell, Like Lightning. Once Limitless, now lungs filled enough to drown a titan. Drowning in one’s own Hubris.
Lust.
The Disease; Vanity. Genetically blessed, and naturally
talented, a man of principle, a man without greed, one of humility, one who deserved the world. The prince of a kingdom,
one his to inherit, his Legacy. The one to bring a new era, one so blinded by vices of women and power. Befitting of the kingdom’s heir. Befitting of a Dictator. He wanted it all and wasn’t afraid to show it, unafraid to take the best women, the best wine, and his rightful place in the book of history, he died a man plagued with poison by a woman meant to be a princess.
Wrath.
The Disease; ambition. The kind you have when you flatten
cities with power. Power changes a man, maybe he was greedy in his conquest, maybe he was shallow in his aspiration. His army made his conquest possible but he took all the credit, his council made all the strategy possible, but he contributed the most. He told the army where to go, where to do it and when to kill, how to win. He did all by himself; he screamed as they plunged their cold blades into him.
Sloth.
The Disease; idleness. a state of inaction; inactivity: A
woman of no substance, one without power and hunger, one who won't try even because she doesn’t want to fail. A woman who lost the love of her life in quiet resignation, to her own Sister.
Envy.
The Disease; Jealousy. The Resent of a man with a desire
plagued by hubris. A desire running so deep it coated his veins, thicker than blood. His own brother did more, ate less, he brought home more meat and never neglected someone in need. On the other hand, his brother wasn’t humble but he wasn't a killer. He wasn’t evil, he was just jealous. It couldn’t have been him, even now that his hands are stained with blood, holding the rock that crushed half his brother's face, it couldn’t have been him.
Gluttony.
The Disease: Insatiability: The kind a man feels when he
drinks a wine that leaves longing possible, the kind you can only get from the citrus in a fresh orange juice. You didn't need it when you reached for it, you wanted it, and so you let yourself be blind to reality. A Bullet in the head, a merciful end all things considered, abandoning his son, and his broken wife. A household of pain and regret with a foundation of sand.
Greed.
The Disease: Desire: A King plagued by a selfish desire to
Grasp the world. He wanted more than what he had, the heights didn’t matter to him. A means to an end, as long as he crossed the finish line it didn't matter how many of his own people had to fall for things to happen. The kind of man to be crushed by his own pool of gold.
“ Icarus “. - The Prophet of Pride.
Epiphany: Absolute Hubris
POWER.
The Hero - The Martyr, a common misconception between them
is objective Justice. Law and Order, There can be no such thing without Chaos afterall. Variables that change depending on the situation “ Who shot First “, “ an eye for an eye “. The lines blur between history, history is written by the survivors. Loyalty is only Real when it's Beneficial. The only Law there is, is survival of fittest. Power, his only real friend. Unbalanced is the world where the scapegoat with wings of wax and a heart of gold, was painted a monster, a monster too ambitious for his dreams.
“ They gave me wings and expected me to fly. “
In his arrogance, the monster blinded by the people, blinded by ambition he leapt. No matter how high he flew it was never enough, the people wanted to go beyond the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the stars. They wanted, and wanted, and wanted, never enough, always a new summit, a new peak and a new height. Never too tall, never too brave or big. ‘They deserved the world because they held the power.
“ Unstable is the foundation of a puppet so ignorant. “
Said the prophecy
The world was his birthright. He wasn’t arrogant, he was exceptional. It wasn’t Hubris, it was Confidence. The world was for the taking and he was the emperor fit to rule. The prophecy foretold of a man with wings who claimed the throne through completion of the trial.
“ Fly across the Atlantic with wings held by wax “
There's always a bigger Fish.
You went down in flames, almost poetic for one that was above water. Failure wasn’t an option you could afford, and it cost you more than your legacy. You premeditated this, one mistake cost you everything. ‘Is that what you had in mind, you flew too close to the sun, finally, something in the world burned brighter than you, you knew you’d fall even before you picked up the wings. You wanted to fly, didn't you ? You never even looked up.
“ He Fell like ‘Lightning, doomed to drown in his own Pride “
Drowning in your own Hubris you thought to yourself sinking to the bottom. You gave up on always expecting it, always mistaking it... and even hoping for it. Someone so Blind wouldn’t fall for the same trick twice, You’re a Veteran. You’re the best there is when it comes to winning. You were immortalized, a legacy of a man with a kingdom that had a foundation of sand.
Holy War
Justice is subjective, 1 thought to be evil, 2 thought to
be righteous variables that always change throughout the course of history. Kids who have never seen Peace and kids who have never seen War have different values. One thing is indifferent to change, Power. “ Those who stand at the top Determine whats Wrong and whats Right. “
Justice will prevail.
After all, whoever wins the War, becomes Justice.
