I felt it tangibly. We were all of us impassioned by our rigorous adherence to the truth. Determined to defend, with force if necessary, the righteousness of our beliefs. To rebel against an evil government which had, for too long now, been abusing our people.
A decaying body of authority with corruption-riddled limbs oozing the diseased pus of injustice. An ageing, decrepit head now so disillusioned it barely comprehended the pitiful wails of those it was sworn to protect. A system now seemingly designed to perpetuate deprivation, whilst fostering ruinous hatred and channelling us against ourselves.
A system threatening the fabric of humanity, endangering the freedoms we required to make life worth living.
A system to be destroyed.
We had to fight. We charged forward, a glorious collective of individuals. There it was. And there he was, the man who could change it all. A man who would sell us out in seconds, whose defining characteristic was despising us. Our hero. The man who could change it all.
The offensive had been launched at his signal. In a chaotic brawl, seething with indignant ignorance, our masses lurched against their feeble barricades. This building was the beating heart, pumping out poison to percolate through the land, infesting a plague of vile thought that eroded our very existence, our way of life.
We would seize it. Then, we would seize the criminals within.
Security crumbled under the force of our gaze. Enraptured by our own penetrating desire, we could never be stopped. Surging roars carried us through the doors, into the vessel of their crooked democracy, long-polluted by empty rhetoric and hollow promises. Only one man could save us.
A transcendent hero delivered by god to aid us in vanquishing the darkness only he knew of. Together, we would wave high our flags of personal supremacy, in place of their sickening reminder of a failed experiment. No longer would we be excluded from the annuls of history.
Suddenly, we were inside. Jeers and shouts boomed across the chamber, clashing with the lively echoes of our victory. This was our home. Our ideology was sound. It had to be stamped into the earth. No one would replace us. We would never concede.
But this was only the beginning. The cowards had vanished, not daring to face us. It was insulting. Having stolen so much, they merely fled at legitimate challenge. We felt the ire brewing, bubbling, swelling into a toiling sea of unbridled rage, great flashes of fury whipping from wall to wall. Their crimes demanded blood. It was our right, that we should seek retribution. Their disgusting pestilence required total annihilation. We would vanquish the evil.
The splattering of gunshots joined the general clamour, causing no weakening of our resolve, or in the volume of yells. Only fools were unprepared. Lives would be given to the cause.
As I scanned about, with no particular object in mind. A wanton vandalism was being inflicted upon everything in sight.
It was finally happening. I had back everything I loved.
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