[Lyric] Locks Down

[Thrif]

Ok, so like all good and classic writers, I ask you: what’s the moral of the story.

The moral is the truth. And the truth is, heroes are forgotten, lives are wasted, homes rust, memories fade, glory is cheapened, victory one day is a backache the next, victors are alienated, people don’t care – and the biggest moral of all – truth hurts.
A lot. Lyric can tell you.
Or even better: there’s no such thing as a bloody moral in the first place.

Just before I started writing this journal, I sat down with a good friend of mine and for that solid day, we talked about the old days, all the exploits, all the adventures and ambitions we had. We talked about old friends whom we knew were part of this story too, although they’re mentioned much less...

Just simply talking and remembering was enough to make us a bit light in the head. She told me that was very much unlike the hard chief mechanic and leader I am. Well I need a break, don’t it? We laughed ourselves stiff about the things we did together back on the surface, and in the first few years in the Labyrinth...

Let’s start where many of you will understand what I’m saying. The Labyrinth, the place where the crucial four associated withew the places founding are synonymous with: James, Chris, and myself.

I take charge as the leader and chief mechanic. Chris is the pyrotechnical expert. James takes charge as my co-mechanic, although he isn’t always.

These are the facts. I’m sure you know them very well. I’m guessing the last paragraph wasn’t even necessary. But facts belong to history. Let me show you what the Labyrinth really is.
The Labyrinth. Built maybe in 2007. Todays date is January 14th, 2017. Before the previous leader christened it with the name, it was nothing more than an empty cavernous room. But it soon became more than that.

The night before it became their labyrinth, it was a dark and cloudy night, the renegade leader was the first to ever enter it’s midst. For the first few moments as he stood in the very middle of it, he embraced it.

The purpose of the illustration is to dispel all the idealisms you might have about the subject. It won’t do you any good. We weren’t heroes yet. But many other aspects, we weren’t even normal people then, so it won’t help you if you read on with such a fixed idea in your head.

It was a day after the old leader found this place, that Chris and his father came to stay, along with James and myself. Chris arrived, and now the Labyrinth was not all the old leaders anymore. It belonged to more people now. Chris was every bit as ambitious – or in some sense even more – than the old leader, and was here to stay.

Then more people arrived. The Labyrinth was becoming a home now.

The day came when everyone’s lives would change forever. One day, Chris, James, and myself were gone longer than usual while raiding the areas above ground. When we returned, there was panic in the Labyrinth. A purge had begun. The leader got us out of there...to the infirmary. It was there that he told me that if anything at all were to happen to him, I would be his soul benefactor. I don’t know a lot after that but after it was safe to come back out, everyone we knew, excluding the 20 others that had escaped with us, were dead.

Not many people will tell you about their family history so readily. People have such an obsession with their past that it’s hard to fully comprehend how they go forward. To any human, genealogy, history and family roots are all part of a subconscious culture, flowing through every tradition since its earliest days. People are loath to let go of their past. All people want to be seen as noble yet ambitious; respectable yet determined at all costs to seize what they want. So nobody likes being called the spawn of a murderer, or a smuggler, or a writer who wrote this critique on human culture.

If you believe the crap I’ve written above then you’ve been had. But I don’t blame you; nothing much has been said of the years when things were actually considered better.

Truth is, the truth has got nothing to do with all of this.

I hope to continue this journal soon...