Falling down to the world below the creatures of seemingly importance, you struggle against odds to live through a lesson within an experience that will expand you mind. But what an expensive price to be credited to a charge card, so that all debts big or small may grow with interest compounded daily; then tear into you unstable mind, torn heart, absent soul, always collecting payment. And at times, the tilting world seems as though some insignificant person whose only objective or function is to occupy space within an overcrowded, undereducated, and demoralized society, will jack up interest rates just to see you suffer.
Again an event takes place somewhere in the nuclear universe that alters you irksome but shielded life. A blazing light emerges that radiates upon various new roads in front of you. Walking through brush, tearing flesh, straining muscles only to find a town that, where in this town, the jury is always rigged but the people know; they always know the truth. However, in this egg-shaped world, the truth whether right or wrong, will help you not. The only thing that may help, but probably won’t, would be people’s all-important opinion on their perspective of what is acceptable in society.
So the advice given around the now box-shaped world is keep your secrets locked up tight; use a dead bolt, key, combination, chain, and anything else desired by your distorted heart to protect yourself. Then ring the bells for the child that cries when innocence dies, for that child will crawl on its hands and knees accumulating bruises, whelps, and scars that will never in an entire lifetime be forgotten. Pray to the God of your choosing that the humble, fragile, innocent child is not you.
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