I can no longer think, for that the pain is unbearable.
The sickening smell has gotten to me.
I am on the edges of the underworld.
The pig.
The head of the pig.
The head of the pig on a stick.
Its the Lord of the Flies.
God help us.
Only you can.
Only you can rid us of our suffering.
I must tell the rest.
Before it is too late.
It is too late.
But I cannot let go yet.
That is, while I still have my precious sanity that is my life with me.
Lord help us.
I must tell them that we are the beast.
We are all fools.
I must tell them the beast cannot be hunted.
It cannot be touched.
It is an unfeasible force.
It's putrid aurora wreaks of all of the wrongdoings of Man.
We are the beast.
Me, Ralph, Piggy.
No escaping now.
But I must tell them while I still can.
We are the manifestation of the beast.
This world.
All of us.
The beast is our product.
The beast is the devil.
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ReplyDeleteAllan Santana- Response to Ishmam’s last post:
ReplyDeleteSimon, you must be going bananas. The beast is not in our heads, I know that for sure. You cannot tell me that I am making something up. On countless occasions, all of the other boys saw the beast. It even attacked Samneric for Christ’s sake. How can those be scratches on their face be fake? I mean, something is really wrong in that big head of yours. I mean, I could’ve guessed it from the start. You always go in the forest in the morning and come out midday. What do you even do in there. Hell, the beast has probably gotten into your head. All you do is think about this damn beast. Really, something is wrong. We will kill that beast and prove you wrong. I am an englishman and my brain is stronger than ever. Don’t you ever try and tell me that something is wrong with me because I will throw a rock right at your head and then you’d be the one with the issues!