Another death toll in December. Among those who have perished from this world, one prominent figure has caught the attention of millions upon her assassination. The Deed is done.
Her death shall hammer more cracks on the wall in the western Children's heart, creating ripples that awaken the Beast from his recent slaughter. A new marionatte shall dance on the land of the ruined - its master the son of Greed and Envy - and the Siblings who vied for the manifestation of their Ideals and Theory against the other Siblings, who also vied for theirs, in turn forever close their minds from the logic of the true King.
Death has flooded in seven and will continue to flow into eight. Nine is the revelation.
Many wonder why Benazir came back to Pakistan when she knew she would get herself killed in the end. She had survived several attempts of assassination before, and this was something that everyone sort of have expected from the beginning.
Politics, wars, crisis and conflicts...
I wonder if she had actually expected this as her Fate? Is this what she was destined to - to die as Mahatma Ghandi had died? A sacrifice to political conflicts between the people of her country?
Humans have many interesting reasons to die...
December is a tiring month for me. This is the time of the year that makes me feel old and sad.
I feel sad. And tired.
I am tired after this whole month. Too many deaths.
I am going to rest now. I'll be updating this bothersome blog again soon.
Ha, ha... as if anyone is reading my crappy journals anyway. But it's fun to imagine so.
Just let me rest until New Year arrives. Yes, let me rest...
Je dormirai jusqu'à ce que matrice de I moi-même.
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