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Pieta by satan666v Pieta by satan666v
This piece was done in march of 2002.


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Artistís Statement

He didn't mean to do it; the gun had just gone off. It was an accident. He knew he was to blame, though.

But not completely.

Why did he begin listening to those voices that he had ignored for decades? When did they start to make sense?

After it, of course - that which people still hadn't been able to give a title to in their minds. This event was what shook him. It was then, in a moment of hazy thought and disorientation he had begun to listen.

They had been shouting in unison, telling him, pleading with him, to put her away for just a little while. "We'll come back to her," they had promised. "We just need you to keep her looking the other way for a little bit. Just long enough for us to get our house in order."

He was still bleeding and grieving when he had agreed - when he had sold his soul.

So, he talked to Liberty, tried to explain things. The horror on her face spoke volumes. She scolded him for listening to those voices. "They're the extremists," she explained. "And they just want the power. They always have. Now, in a moment of weakness, you've given it to them! This has to be stopped."

That's when he pulled the gun. He just wanted to scare her; to keep her at bay while the voices fixed things. But Liberty was relentless.

The voices screamed at him, "Keep her away! It's going to be her fault when this happens again! Stop her!"

He raised the gun higher and told Liberty to stop. But Liberty was relentless.

The gun went off. Twice. (Did he pull the trigger?!)

And Liberty fell.

As he held her lifeless body, he suddenly understood that he had just signed his own death warrant.

Liberty was his love, his lifeblood. Without her, he would decay and rot, like those that had come before him. He would change. Uncle Sam would be no more. Just as the caterpillar becomes the moth, so too would he metamorphose into a totalitarian dictator, living on the fear and anxiety of his people.

His only hope, humanityís only hope, lay in Liberty - in resurrection. A Liberty reborn like the phoenix, rising from her own ashes in the form of Revolution. She could lead those people that he would be grinding under his boot heel... Lead them against him and to... something better.

Even in his grief, he knew that it would happen. Liberty was relentless.
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FrozenLolitaMorphine Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2010
This is beautiful. Oh, my God, I'm crying! I don't do that! <3
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satan666v Featured By Owner Jun 7, 2010
Thank you so much :)
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DonMak Featured By Owner May 28, 2006
well done :)
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satan666v Featured By Owner May 28, 2006
Danke kindly!
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BlasphemedSoldier Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2005  Hobbyist Photographer
Ah nice one man.I may work with vector on this one. May I ? :)
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satan666v Featured By Owner Oct 13, 2005
be my guest :)
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Loyalyak Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2005
This is stunning in both beauty and horror... I'm a Canadian so the imagery doesn't hold as much of a personal context, but the meaning is still clear. The prose is very powerful.
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satan666v Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2005
Thank you :)
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AutisticPsycho Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2005
Beautiful, beautiful and nice story to back it up! I think this a fave for me!
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satan666v Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2005
Ahh..thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed it. :)
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