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Does the world change when the Boy Who Lived becomes the Boy Who Killed?
What happens when the detritus of the world is covered in the trappings of victory?
When the system is so broken that those who know it best see the rusted workings
And wish to change them?
And wish
to see
them
f
a
l
l?
Has the world changed?
Or does it still rot from the inside?
There is nothing so dangerous
As those that know the system and
no longer wish
to see it
bro
ken.
The most dangerous are those that know where strengths and weaknesses are.
For when they start moving nothing will stop it from
crumbling
The fire that will consume the world will not burn hot.
It will freeze the blackened flesh from the bones of the old order.
Its fuel is injustice.
Its fuel is bitterness.
Its feeder is
cold
clever
and a fed-up coward.
Let this world burn and allow a new one to rise from the ashes.
Let us help it to do so.
So that there will never again be a Boy Who Lived.
So that there will never again be the need of a Boy Who Killed.
Let us break the frag-
mented base of this culture and see the cracks give life.
Let us remove the dying branch that the tree might grow greater.
Watch as the fire and shears catch us up in their destruction.
We
Will
Not
Escape.
As the fire burns and the stench of burned flesh fills our senses
Chokes our lungs
Blinds our eyes
Let this world fall and let a new one rise.
We see the change.
We call for the change.
We will create the change.
And we will fall as well.