When the war has been fought and been won
Our Colonel returns, to be thrown into jail
Facing torture and years behind bars
When she's finally back, life in ivory black
"Spirit, soul and heart
in accordance with the old traditions
1944 still the allies turn away
Fighting street to street
in a time of hope and desperation
Did it on their own and they never lost their faith
All the streetlights in the city
broken many years ago
Break the curfew, hide in sewers
Warsaw, it's time to rise now
Sodak, my Arpeggio of Blue Steel OC based off the Battleship South Dakota makes a return.
"And this is what waits for us soon.” Umika carefully places Orwell’s 1984 aside and reaches to her teacup.
“Waits for us? It’s already happening. To some at least. The growing number of those who would willingly live under the watchful eye of their government, who would trade their liberties for “safety” is quite appalling but then there a those who do see it… if they decide to take action is yet to be seen.”
Too late was the guard, by the time he had reached Cell 33B it’s prisoner had faded from consciousness, a smile on blue lips as Jadwiga Rucinska was pulled from the ceiling. A soldier from the medic corps desperately trying to keep the prisoner alive. What a futile effort it was. There was no way in this world that Jadwiga Rucinska would return, not to the hell she had left, not to the pain that haunted her heart. No, death was just what she had wanted.
Jadwiga, given in to despair, the bitterness of defeat, and the agony of a reality that her hands were stained and would forever remain stained with the blood of the men she had sent into the jaws of death. What justice be in this world were she to live then? She asked herself again, for the hundredth time. The makeshift noose was an awkward one but it seemed to suit its purpose fine. Twice it failed to hold her as she lifted herself up by taking hold of the pipe running just above her, this caused a minute amount of panic in the woman as the guard rotation was likely almost through but as footfalls could be heard from the end of the hall the noose caught hold and tightened around her neck. “Niech cię diabli wezmą," wheezed Jadwiga, desperate to die before the guard found her.
Wording, meaning or every single one, weaved so flawlessly you can’t throw a single one out. And the atmosphere of the text as a whole conveyed that perfectly everyone knows exactly what you feel even if they never felt it before.
What if I don’t think so?
What’s good about it?