Surviving; The Ordinary

No dream machine to compose the

subconcious, nor weary to fall in a

deep slumber; numbers vary from

zero to emptiness...


Visions are mutual, reflections under

the sun become my view in every

direction there is only one way; a

compass does no good...


Liberated from cause, prisoner of

reason; a melancholy spirit seeks

no aid as it conformes with the

night and the children of the corn...


Virtue is found in the lips of death,

yet seeks no comfort from its kiss;

a death wish is not necessary...


One by one mankind will fall and

beg for forgiveness; there is no

forgiveness, there is no salvation

from fate and destiny--


Money has no value for a soul that

critics the root of all evil-

Resurrection from the ashes of my

city; rebirth of a Phoenix with wings

of an Archangel torn from Gabriel's

back...Michael laughs, devilishly.


Heaven on earth is Xibalba; the

pearly gates burn in flames of

disobedience; concuvines reside in

the celestial palace of gold,

diamonds, and pearls;


Jesus is tempeted again with a

passion...details are found in the

Book of Enoch; stories by the

SoulKritic, you can label them fables

like the one you just read. 



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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its only a story??

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