Molon Labe M.F.

Daemons need not apply; no vacancy.

{A Spartan Mother said to her son, here's your shield, either come back with it or on it}

Several questions come to mind, racing through my brain as "Tron" would have you believe. Commit suicide, no. The weakness in me finds that to be an option, not the whole part. I’ve walked through the shadows, through the fog, listening to the daemons whispering sweet nothings. I accept your challenge, I will break you. Molon Labe mother-fucker, Ooh-ra!

I smell you. I smell the brimstone, the sulfur. I see how that would be frightful to those used to their norms, however, I’m a special breed. I’m Borderline you fuck. Stand next to me and you’ll see me out-mimicking you at your own damn game. This is not my weakness, this is not just my strength, this is my weapon. Find me. Come take; if you dare. I stand here today not a broken soul as half of me would let you believe. I’m here as a former broken soul, I dug my self out of my grave, I faced my daemons and I told them; Molon Labe! I’m done! I’m fucking done being a victim, I’m not standing for that shit anymore!! I’m here, I’m me, I’m fucked up, I’m sad, I’m mad, I’m a dick, I’m an angel, I’m a killer, I’m a saint, I’m “D” mother fucker!!!!! All of the above.

I no longer care what you think, I care only about learning how to cope with this deep sadness, this regret, this fucking hate-treaaaaadddd!!!

I was afraid. I was afraid of you. I was afraid that those who I wanted to help, those who I wanted to connect with would judge me and continue the current status-quo. It’s enough, enough is fucking enough! I’m done hiding, I’m done caring about what others think of me, I’m glad they saw my little girls face painted beautifully from our Father-Daughter trip, I don’t give a shit. I have the money to be here, I’m worth my weight in gold, I don’t care about your personal fucking standards. Follow me. I’ll show you where to climb, I’ll show you the out. I’ll be your fucking boat man. Use me. Use me for your gain. Stop waiting for others to jump out of the wood-work; stop. Focus on one painful thought, choke on it until you die like I did. You want to become better! You want to “make” it? Then fucking die!!!!! Die like I did, like those before me. Buddha, Jesus… there’s a fucking list. There’s greatness, you just need to find the instructions on reaching it. I’ll burry my broken soul, I’ve left it somewhere with a trail of tears. I say fuck you daemons, Molon Labe. RIP King Leonidas and those brave souls who stood for something greater than themselves, greater than anyone of us could stand for. Though I could never be as brave as them, I will use their words, I will steal their habits, I will pick myself up with the pieces of my new puzzle with the guidance of those great souls.

What say you? What is your reason for sadness? What is your reason for stopping yourself from greatness? You have the answers, you’re like me. You can see across the river, just fucking cross it!!!!

I’m beautiful, I’m great, I’m success, I’m love, I’m passion, I’m greatness, I’m….

Ronin.