"The philippines as you have said. Is a living carnage.".
"Inside the government, blood flows like of the river. It did not change even now.".
"Its just sad, that the people living on were already accustomed to blood. You are right, even if hundred years will have to pass. The government will still be, carnage.".
"The vigilante killing cops, the dirty connection on the government and its voices. The extra judicial killing. Even now, no one can change it.".
"What more the citizens.".
There lies a coffin of a policeman on one tomb. A sad tragic death of a place on duty died head on, killed by vigilante.
"It just a sad story, that even if time passes. The government will still be the same. Blood like carnage.".
"You are right. The third Republic must be held responsible through it. The malacanang knows it well".
He went for the candle and lit it up. There another dangling of flames starts up. The candle starts to burn once more.
There he visualize a scene were they have to go to mangagoy city and attend and immediate mourning for a deceased. A man who created a town accept the reality of him on a state of hallucination. The death of a man serving the country as a police, killed by one of its men. A vigilante killing cops.
"Since then, more and more death starts to arise. Played like a fool by the government, played like a piece of chess.".
There came hundreds and hundreds of tombs arises on such cemetery, played and played like a fool by the government, and its people.
"I'm afraid, I will have to visit the tomb of those that are close to me. For now I understand the reason of their death. Fooled and played by the government itself, and the people that are around them. These connections is more than a magic that you could comprehend. Even more deeper than our blood.".
One man went to another tomb. Died on early age of year 2015. A man under same syndrome and could hear the voices in the head. A much more younger kid who were tormented in the head by the government. However, whenever he passes, he could still remember every single death of them. Played and played like fool by the government. Year 2015. "Its been awhile my friend. You were tormented in the early years. The reason why we often brawl. The old of the past are as tricky as hell. They are afraid to reveal the truth in the public. Your suffering were unheard, and was set in the silence.". He lit up a candle once more. There he observe the burning fire. "The connections inside either government, that even the teachers of the past. Knows. We were tormented in hell.".
He looked at the candle as it dance with the fire. "The government, just like what you say is a facade. Too bad, you share it to the wrong people.".
The connections in the head are like a magic, connected to everyone. Citizens and even those that are far. They would feel it, and they would feel it. Those that are connected to you, they will feel it. However there are dark secrets that are unheard. For in it, are the untimely death, of those that who knows of it. Just like what it is, it's like a magic itself. However the government and its people did rejected it, or perhaps gone accustomed with it. He looked on the tomb once more.
"Your death is in not in vain. For in your death, connections inside the government, the voices and the telepathy is given in plain sight. Brother, may you rest in peace. Year 2015.".
He looked on everyones tombs that are around them and everyone of them have this same common thing. They died because of the torment Inside the head, played like a fool. Hundreds of tombs suffer same fate. A fate that the government must be revealed. One man went back to his grandpa's tomb and he saw the still dangling and lit up candle. He went to the nearby chair and behind him are the deaths of those who were mocked in the head. "Decade is not enough. In my timeline not yours . Those who are not strong would surely die. Those who are brave had a courage to shout. Those who strong would endure. Those who are wicked will go with it. Yet just like what you tell me. None of them did survive.".
"You never did tell me, your story how you get a voice inside the head. Like what your son, my father, had.".
He looked at the dangling blazing fire.
"No matter how the time will pass, it will be on a continues cycle. Your suffering in the 80s and 90s were unheard. However in my timeline the torment kills everyone that are around me. The government or should I say the people, have they gone accustomed to it?".
He looked at the time line on the tomb.
"If you got the syndrome I world war 2. Your son my father get the same syndrome. In the year 2025, I too, from the third generation got same problem. Those of my colleagues died with same fate. The disturbed In the head. Who are we to blame for it.".
He looked at the dangling fire.
"You see, davao city get prosecuted by its own crime. The deaths on their homeland had the same ill fate with us.".
"I see our own people, under the unknown bask pressure on davao city. Played like a fool and a toy. Just like how the polizon played tricks on this home town.".
"There is a reason why, they were on such pressure isn't it.".
"Davao City. A place were your wife died.".