Singing Beasts

We have not travelled far, but reality is now a long way behind us.

Societal norms are distant memories.  What it means to be As Man has changed forever.  I fear we cannot return.

Nothing matters now.  Nothing but the songs we will sing of these days.  Nothing but ensuring every minute is sapped of all potential adventure.

We are as beasts.  Singing beasts.

Equal parts terror and  elation pulse through my soul with every passing minute.  I stand on the very edge of something.  I know this better than I know anything else in this moment.

I am not alone.  I see it in their eyes as well – hysteria and trepidation.  We gaze into the abyss and, as one, are drawn closer.  Yet we have come too far; if one turns back now, the others are doomed to follow or fail.

What is right?  What is wrong?  Who can answer?  Not I, Turisas.  Not I.

About the Author
Ed Gamester is a silly man who lives in the United Kingdom. He is the harbinger of Ghost Squad, singer of Gay Bum and author of A Rum Run Awry. He fights, kills and dies for TV and films, and gallivants around the place wrestling, drinking and lifting things for glory and profit. Where Ed treads, there stamp the boots of the Guild. Ed does not wear glasses, but feels this photograph makes him look more intelligent and artistically talented than he is. Feel free to contact him: he is disappointingly affable.

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