You know the portals to divinity opened out
to me all through my youth, adulthood and
aging. It kept my memory fresh as morning dew
on the green grass of meadows, abundant as
the stars in the sky. I did not use my creativity
much, all through my life, though, because it
would be wasted in an evil hijacking (?!?). Even as
so many visual doors opened to me in the conflict
of constraints; I had the doors of materialism
firmly shut on myself because they would only
open out to entreaties from evil entities! I just
lived in that sacrifice(!); though oft frustrated and
demotivated and demoralised, I still kept my equanimity!
Does that cruelty deserve to be forgiven? Some of my own
expect me to condone the villainy and accept it, sacrificing my
soul eternally to evil in the bargain?!? How cruel are
some of my own to me. And must I then lose my true love
because my siblings want me to sacrifice my true love
to comply with my vilest foe? Or should I obtain true love
by complying with another enemy and lose my armies
that have been hijacked by my vilest foe! This is the
tragic conundrum of my life and eternity. I have only
few options left: One, to destroy the entire construct of creation
through apocalypse. Or suffer this mishap for eternity in a
very cruel self-sacrifice or simply just walk away and lose
everything I worked so hard for because the evil that devolves
from one to another wickedness, has no shame, guilt or conscience to
suffer the retribution for its eternal crimes against me!
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