Beginning
The end is near. Will you run? Will you hide? Will it get you? Will you get it? Will you get to it? Will it get to you? Questions. Questions. Questions. Answers. Answers. Answers. None. None. None. You panic. You run. It's dark. Cold. You shiver. You stop short of breath. You reach the gate. You struggle to open it. You tear yourself apart. Limbs galore. Ripped clothes. Sweat. Colder. You gasp for breath. You widen your eyes. Your belief is stronger now. You break open the gate. You break free. Freedom at last. Freedom. You rejoice. It rains. You're drenched. Your clothes reveal you. The real you. The free you. You race to the end. The end that you seek. The end beyond freedom. But they have come. They got there before you. You freeze in fear. They eye your every part. You feel the chill. You were fooled. This isn't the end. Your freedom is over. They will get you. They feel you. You feel them. They give chase. You can't move. They get nearer. Nearer. They pounce. You fall. You know they will finish you. This is the end. Your end. But they don't. They pick you up. Shelter you with an umbrella. They embrace you. You feel disgust. They soothe you. You slowly feel comfort. Warmth. The same warmth you have been longing for. It's real now. Everything is real. Everything they said was true. You close your eyes and dream. You feel them lift you over their heads. They sing your praises. They gently sit you on their shoulders. They fling the umbrella. You feel the rain. You embrace it. Warm. The rain is warm. They sense your delight. They guide you to the end. Suddenly it stops. The rain. Everyone starts to ponder. Why? Why now? Why must the time come now? The sun is out. Cold. You feel cold once again. You shiver again. They drop you and run. You scream for them. They do not hear you. They cannot hear you. They will not come to save you. They disappear in the light. You feel tightness in your chest. You collapse. Hours past. You feel warmth. The same warmth again. You slowly open your eyes. Angels you think. You are wrong. Light. Bright. Warm. Not cold. You smile at yourself. You look out to the horizon. You tear. You are safe again. The blanket comforts you. The naked you. The real you. You throw the blanket aside. You are naked. You are real. You are you. You see a dimmed door. You enjoy your new found nakedness. The reality. You walk to the door and open it. They are there. Everyone. Everyone you know. Everyone you love. Everyone who loves you. They are all naked. They are all real. They are all themselves. You touch all their breasts. Warmth. The same warmth. You jump up and down in ecstasy. They kiss you. They fondle you. They arouse you. You kiss them. You fondle them. You arouse them. They sleep with you. You sleep with them. Sweat. Warmth. You close your eyes. You sleep. You wake up suddenly. It's a dream. You remember it's a dream. You feel them still embracing you. You embrace you. They walk you to the end. They kiss you. They fondle you. They arouse. You kiss them. You fondle them. You arouse them. They sleep with you. You sleep with them. Sweat. Warmth. You smile. You close your eyes. They lay beside you. You are the world. You are the universe. You rule everything. You laugh at them. The critics. The fighters. The fuckers. The killers. You have won. You have done it. You have conquered your fear. You wake up. They wake up. It's dark again. You have been fooled again. Will you not learn? Will you not succumb to your physical desires? Will you let the devil rule you? Will you? Will you? Learn. Fight. Struggle. Oppress. Kill. Annihilate. Eradicate. Die. All of you. They have come. They have come to get you. They will find you. Kill you. Eat you. Destroy you. You will lose. You are alone. Naked. Real. You. Run. Run away. Run away from everything. No. You fight. Run. You fight harder. Run. You push your luck. Run. You almost give up. Run. No. Run. No. Run. You fight it harder. Stay. Yes. Succeed them. They have found you. They race towards you. You race towards them. Kill. Kill. Kill. Die. Die. Die. It's over. They are dead. It's done. You have finished what you have started. It's time to go. You move before they come again. You know they will find you. Evil finds evil. You will forever be in this game. You run away. Run. Yes. Run. Yes. Run. Yes. You speed up. You get exhausted. You slow down. Catch your breath. Slowly. Take your time. Calm down. Nowhere to go. Dead end. Have you been fooled yet again? Will this not end? Why am I being tortured? Finish it for once. No. This will go on. Everyday. Nothing you do will stop this. If you're displeased, go away. If you find it pleasing stay. But you have tried going away. This always happens. Each time a different loop. Where to from here? You turn back. They are not there. But they will come. They have smelt you. You race back to where you came from. You turn left. Go straight. No. Turn right. You go straight. You turn left. Right. Straight. Left. Right. You stop. You are not lost. You arrive at where you first started. You can't remember how you got there. You keep running in different directions. Everywhere is the same. You are in a maze. A never ending maze. Every thing around you is identical. Everything is symmetrical. You see no pattern. You cannot find a pattern. For everything around you is random. Random but perfect. Perfection has no end. You scream in fear. You are alone. They will come to get you. They are coming. They are near. They smell you. See you. They will get you. They get you. It's over. You end is here. The end is near. No. For this is the beginning.
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