Once Upon a Time

      Once upon a time, God decided the world was too black and white to stand, so he put a man on earth who never knew his plan. The world taught him all they could of their interpretations, but the man continued to misunderstand the people themselves. He started taking, not only from animals, as always done, but from people as well. Beelzebub as he became known had clearly turned against his own parents will. Never the less, he stole love from others, until they burst and it was too late.
      While God started to move in the heavens, the man became feared by all things, and he walked and walked until he ended up in a desert oasis. God sent bugs to carry food in hopes of making him learn in his sanctuary. God sent animals through as well, but he could not even force a man or woman to steer towards that spot.
      As Beelzebub grew, he left the beautiful sanctuary and walked alone. This time God had no control over the man, nor any others. Luckily the earth fled from his cold contracting heart. The man did not want God’s plans, even as God promised to make a lover or something which could satisfy his needs with a little respect for time and the order of love in the natural world, as it had always been.
      Luckily, the man could walk nowhere, as the earth shifted away from him, and stretched him far alone from fleet. Even in pain, his taunts and cries brought fear and mistrust into God’s heart and made him weak enough to break into destruction; fortunately to find, he became a cactus in the desert oasis.
      Beelzebub traveled back, just in order to take what he felt he had earned. Instead, God shot a neutral thorn into the man, and his DNA collapsed in a half spiral, doubly evil to the core, and forever irreversible through time.

      Years later, I discovered a plant which appeared to be growing without food, water or anything. Clearly it was evil. When I struck a match it partly burned, but the mistrust fled the universe in one tiny peace. Uncertain with the peace which I had inside, I knew I must find a way to eat this plant from outside through the inside until it could not release in the air in such a manor.
      So I burned and I sucked, and the evil peyote became two plants. Unfortunately I decided to roll the first in paper and sacrifice my body for the will of the world. The other half, however was out of reach, and I was almost stone. My friend heard my cries and echoed to my side where he noticed what must be done as well. He took half, and beforehand, handed me the other. As he turned to stone, I felt brave as a stone to finish the sowerness myself. I did.
      Luckily the world could forgive both God, his people, but most of all, respect his warriors. If this does not resonate as truth, at least I can find myself confident that my part is done and over. I wish to never see it again, and I will try not to be as brave as I have been in the past if confronted. I am through living through the lies, and want to step back into the colorful world. The only worry is where my love will take me, if I choose that it is correct to use in the future.

      As the first time fades, the evidence is clear. I had to be done.

Copywrite Ross Dale Kelly Jan 30th, 2008