Martyrdom
Ok? Make a list of the things you would give up to push the world back from a total Dooms Day. If its starts with your life and includes your soul, you might be a Martyr. Martyrs are known to sacrifice their futures for a cause, or an act of pure empathy they believe in. You will receive your greatest happiness in life, from receiving pain, punishment, or agony in place of another. And not because we feel our life is worthless, But Because we cant stand to see others suffering, and we shall do any thing to stop it. That?s what it means to be a Martyr?

Ride That Flag Pole
So let me get this straight. ok 1 or 2 planes go down, and they make a once in a life time landing. Thus a great BOOM in America Merchandise. Every Joe somebody?s got there 3?x 5? Flag bumper sticker. I?m sorry but WTF! Really, a year goes by, and I just know one thing; I wasted 7 hours at work Reposting all this I Love America bull shit. Moving and Marking down boxes and boxes of Patriotic Glamour. I ask you this, Dose a bigger Flag mean more Patriotism? or I?m a better American? Think about that next time you see Buba Cruzing down the Hwy. With His 10? Flag pole, Flaring stars and stripes along the road. Don?t you wish you could be that Patriotic? This Reminds me time and time again. You can?t cure Retarded... with that said, Ignorance is Bliss. Now days you can get all your Flags, T-shirts, and Stickers, at half price. Cause Patriotism is no longer in style.

Eyes
Eyes. What?s the point in them. People say they?re there to look beautiful, maybe they?re one way to tell if someone is lying in your face, that eye contact is a sign of respect. Well, all those people are wrong. The Eyes are one thing, and one thing only. Windows. Yes, they?re are windows and nothing more.
They are not shiny, they?re not glamorous, or pretty or beautiful for that matter. They are Windows.
A Delivery room. The place where babies are being born. The mothers screaming, the father?s panicking along side, the doctors rushing though with procession, the blood is flowing, the sound is raising, then silence. The bundle of joy, the package from a stork, the gift of God. The Baby is Born. At this point all you can see is a bright White Light shining in the windows. You can see Love in that mother?s Eyes.
Time Comes, and time goes. Humans try to beat the clock. They all ways Fail, And there?s always War. Supplies are low; Men are cheap. Call For the Draft. Round the world They Come, Some as Men, some as Boys, but the best come as Fathers. Bombs are dropped; cities are destroyed. Forgiveness is all that is asked. God doesn?t bother with things He did not make. Armed with rifles the men go in. Ammo?s low; Casualties are high. ?Wait for the whites of their Eyes boys.? But in their Eyes all you see is Blue Frosted Windows. The Blue light is Cold, Cold and Numb, Numb with Fear, Fear of Dying.
War is Over; Peace is made. The Dead are counted; new wars Begin.
Dad?s not coming back. The Baby Is A Boy; The Boy Lost His Dad. The Boy Is a Man; The Man Lost his Trust. Isolation is the Key; Redemption is but a tool; Revenge is Priority. The Mafia is formed. Death Becomes Fun; Killing is a Game. Homicide is a Trill; Genocide is only the Beginning. You meet the Man. His Hobby is Death; The Grim-Reaper is his Job; Playing God Is his Favorite game. Try to look in His Eyes. The Darkness Blinds you; The Evil is paralyzing. The windows are shattered.
The Eyes Are Windows To The Soul Indeed.

The Beginning
With the light, came the darkness.
Pray for Daylight, Pray for Morning.