Part II: The Korean War, July 1953 [Oneshot]

[North Korea]

This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception
I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free
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27 July 1953

So it has been signed.

Gritting his teeth in anger, Dae Jyun pounded the table loudly and hardly with his fist, causing everything that was currently on it to come crashing to the floor. He was beyond mad.

"Kim Il-Sung should have been the sole leader of this motherfucking peninsula. Yet, those stupid motherfucking good-for-nothing bastards who couldn't mind their own fucking businesses just had to come and intervene. Don't they have any other motherfucking businesses to attend to?! Why the hell did they need to get involved in my motherfucking war?! Who the hell do they think they are, the police of the whole motherfucking world?! Must those stupid motherfucking assholes just stick their long, protruding, ugly-ass noses into everything?! I could have won. This peninsula could have been under the efficient leadership of our Great Kim Il-Sung. And yet those stupid white assholes had to involve themselves! Fuck them! Fuck them all! I'll kill them all and feed them to the motherfucking pigs! I'll obliterate them!"

This he shouted to no one in particular in the room as his attendants stood stiff and attentive, though shaking and cowering at the rage of their nation. Not being able to contain his rage, though, he tore all the papers that were neatly stacked on his desk and flipped the desk over, before kicking the office chair to the side which barely missed one of the attendants. He kicked the shelf hard as well, which caused it to come crashing to the ground.

This can't be happening. The Great Kim Il-Sung should have been the leader of this peninsula. And yet, those motherfucking assholes had to fucking involve themselves. I will kill them all.

Calming down a bit, though not by much, he quickly marched out of the room and slammed the door shut so hard it was almost torn out of his hinges. He was raging mad about this situation, yes, but there really was nothing he could do. The white motherfuckers, as he so calls them, have determined the line upon which the peninsula was to be divided. He had to share the rule of this peninsula with his motherfucking brother.

That brother of his who he has long disowned, on that battlefield three years ago.

He wasn't going to let Yong Soo win. Blood or not, he's not going to win.

Kim Il-Sung is the sole, rightful leader, and his way of ruling is the only right way. The only beneficial way. The only way that will lead the peninsula to success, prosperity, and wealth.

And he firmly believed this.

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I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand
Against all this I contrast you, when all is lost the war is through

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