Clouds

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Humans, humans, humans it's kind of funny thinking of the human species, we, you, i. Why do we commit to the things we do, why do we act the way we do? “Yes, why,” He said while caressing the cigar, “you going to light that cigar?”  the fellow in the next seat said to the man imposing the car.

   “Maybe, maybe not” the man had this predestined feeling about him like he was going to commit but still not “you know life has many questions to it and I and you still don’t see the full picture” the gun pointing at the man was loaded but would he use it, a man’s psych during a heated situation like this would be outstanding and to shot that gun to pull that trigger would be something that the old and unsightly man would do. I do not care for what he is going to do next, I only care for what will happen to the ones that have lost their loved ones because of what one man has done, “do you care O-03264, do you feel as I feel or is there nothing in your steel that feels for the people you have taken of this dark world of rain and sorrow”

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‘I do feel, but not for the people, this city infected with skyscrapers and people, people that feed of each other eat of each other like poisonous rats longing for the next bite’

‘You think, you feel, but you don’t, see a city like this one is more than you will ever be, there is you the pest of steel, a plague that infects those of steel, and breaks and curses the ones with flesh as bodies that also created objects like you.’ 

Rain in this night city filled with lights of blues and pinks, reds and purples, “at least the feeling of being in the city was brought upon me in these final hours of mine,”  get out of the car said the man timidly while pointing the gun at the man with his brown long coat and the clenched hand who caressed the cigar. 

   As the rain poured down on the gravel, man and steel were met eye to eye with a background of the neon city that had just left their minds as one was to shoot and one was to be shot. 

‘Any last words, Dreadenforcer?’

‘I will not bring you down, but someone will, there will be another after me and another after him’

‘That's your last words, well let’s get this done with then, you scum!.’ Bullets flew at the speed of light and touched skin as they used to, it was not uncommon for people to leave the planet while being watched by the walls rounding the lightened city where the future lies.