Launchorasince 2014
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Living the requiem and dying it


There were no luminous lights around but a fire that fluttered somewhere in a distant space which was miles away from our everyday lives. In front of the fire stood the redoubtable figure of God, and his shadow moved as the fire perturbed en effet of the cosmic wind. Facing him with helpless hands were two kids who were seeking an end to all their suffering and poignant repetition of agony. Touched by the grievances and lamenting of the first child, God magically granted only the first one, the chalice of salvation, which would elevate him above all human suffering. He happily took it but almost immediately stopped as he was about gulp it down in a fast forward moment. He observed the suffering of the second child and his heart contorted inside with a sense of empathy. He did not want the second child to suffer anymore for her pain was greater. Clouted by his compassion, he went brooding and when he was done, he handed over the chalice to the second child and walked out without saying a word. He subconsciously knew what befell him and why his actions were driven in that way. As he walked out, he noticed the door to his left. It wrote 666 on a hackneyed nameplate on a structure that was built before the amusement parks were made. . .

The second child was thankful and happy but she had a shrapnel in her pulmonary activity because she was not the first one to hold it and that she was indebted in the selflessness of the first child. She thought and as she did, she could hear the rumble below where millions of souls had come for the same chalice in an ulterior hope that the second child will grant it away, like the first one. The rumble was tumultuous and disturbing for her and the rabble babble would not stop because it was an eternal process; someone had to be the sinner to have the chalice which was an irony in itself and it would not be long before God would end up with the same chalice again.

There is no end to suffering. It will only go on. Being selfless or selfish is not the most important thing; the settler is always the intent.