Sanity Degraded

"Listen, brothers!" His voice echoed across the clearing, catching the attention of both Remnants and Protectorates alike. "We are locked in a violent battle that requires every ounce of our own strength, every ounce of our willpower. This war is not against the Demons who threaten our own world but against ourselves." He glanced at a wounded Soldier and continued. "Every scar, every pain, every anger is the result of our self denial, the truth that we failed to face!" He spat on the ground. "Fuck those Demons! Fuck those Insurgents! We are dealing against the most powerful enemy that needs to be eliminated if we wanted to ensure the survival of our own race. This fucking world of ours is filled with clusterfuck of horrors that wanted to destroy us! Surely, our own sanity would be consumed even if we won this war. Tell me brothers, how the fuck would the body work without the mind? We are in the very edge of insanity..." He glanced at the majority of the audience. "Every fucking Demon we killed is a bastardized caricature of every malicious thoughts we have that were given flesh. It was there to leave a psychological imprint on our minds. If the Devil knew that his creations were easily killed, what then would be the purpose of his devices? Of course, if you can't kill them, why not scare them? And now, we are left with a hundred of men, a dozen of hybrids, and a thousands of fucking wounded people. Why is this happening?!" He yelled with clenched fists. Blood pours out of the wound of his left eye. "This is happening because we let ourselves be vulnerable to the very evil that awaits our soul! It feasts upon our own sorrow and our own anger. Haven't we all delighted with these thoughts once in a while?" He thumbed his breastbone. "What of our heart? What remains in it? Sin? Prejudice? NOT EVEN FAITH REMAINS! Nothing but these dying hope that all of us would be doomed to shit! Fuck all of this! Haven't we tried to do everything to stop these? No! We didn't!" He let out a lungful of air as he continued. His tone, this time, was shifted to calmness. "We can contain our insanity to a reasonable level. We can tell that voice to fuck off. But until then, it would just come back and return. Where is faith, exactly? Dogmas and holy doctrines were forgotten. Why? What if the Church that was the very foundation of the little sanity we have remaining left was corrupted from the inside? Well, I guess, it was up to us to rebuild that Church from the ruins of its destruction. So I say, fuck off insanity, and let's seek for that faith, the only redemption we have, and cling unto it for the sake of our own souls."