Chapter Forty Four: Stranger Than Fiction

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

IT MAY BE TRUE. IT MAY BE FALSE.

IT DEPENDS ON HOW YOU LOOK AT IT.

LIFE IS SIMPLY ABOUT PERSPECTIVE.

Wherefore,

This Book is Lovingly dedicated

FOR MY MOM AND DAD

who made me realize that the true Religion

IS about LOVE.

And with love, nothing is impossible.

-o0o-

Someone woke up from a deep slumber.

Awake, but not totally aware.

Evil is everywhere. Heroes are needed in some of the places. The others are severely deluded.

A complete chaos. The disorder was unlikely.

But it came. It rushed like the wind.

A typhoon. A tropical cyclone.

There was a bang, and then darkness.

The water felt cold and raging.

But he was somewhat aware.

That the disorderliness was there. 

Chaotic.

A propaganda of failure.

The manifestation of fake promises.

The false prophet. And the deceitful lies.

He knows exactly who she was.

She pretended to be a mighty eagle.

Armed with her powerful claws.

Swiftly, she flew.

Fiercely. A falsehood of sorts.

An imposter, as they say.

A money-making machine.

Mercantile.

But there are some people who believe.

That faith transcends boundaries.

Of the obvious reality, they propagate.

On a mission.

They formulate opinions.

Of their own. Borrowed from the persuasion.

Of fallacies and dangerous cause.

It creeps. It corrupts.

The mind captures a glance.

And then death. Difficult.

Of potions and darkness.

The substantiation of truth.

To protest, and the system of neglect.

The culture of selfishness.

Of self-centeredness.

A tourist. An accommodation.

A doctor of manipulation.

The place, the abode.

A state of political discourse.

But to give credence to the pattern.

The thoughts that provoke.

Of the many evil nature.

Their tongues speak of venom.

The poison is hidden.

Within the food for thought,

The deceit follows the road.

A thread.

The many lies presented

Perfectly groomed

In an angle, the political views

To be persuasive, to be embraced

By the way the people are educated

In organization

A system of rules

And then equality prevails

In a false premise,

Severely overlooked.

Darkness and fiction

Potions and poison

A deadly combination

A deadly rhetoric

Combined with tribulation

Of the many equivocation

Done in plain provocation

An error in thinking

The reasoning of failure

Yet, it must persist

For the flasks of potion

And the constellation from darkness

There is opposition

It naturally occurs

An amalgamation revered

Yet, a deadly combination

It must be all true.

It must have existed.

Afraid.

Envy.

Pride.

Fear.

Noted.

A certain flask.

The holy Darkness.

But then it prevails

Antiheroes everywhere!

He needed to heed the call

To ultimately vanish her.

But couldn't. Wouldn't.

A slavery, it's called.

A forced labor.

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