Post by Jen on Dec 30, 2008 7:34:43 GMT -5
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Time, turns its head, blue skies fall.
There’s more, hid neath hopeful lies,
And I still remember.
Why do I, feel all alone here,
Lost in life’s repetition,
Is it so hard, to say I’m sorry,
Or am I that weak?[/center]
Predictions have been made for centuries as to when the tribulation will occur. It's a pity no one ever listened. When it was discovered that the Mayan calender ended in 2011 it stirred havoc and chaos amidst the minds of true believers. That assumption was wrong. It was nothing but a process. Every religion has marked the end of man kind in some way or another. In different ways, but all have the same conclusion. Whether you're a Buddhist or a Baptist one thing is very clear. Spirituality can make you or break you. It's all a matter of what you decide to do with it, and how you choose to carry that out. You never know. The conclusion you draw might just surprise you.
Everything was fine in San Fransisco until the Christmas of 2011. I can't exactly say I never believed in creatures of the night or spiritual awakenings, but I can say I never found those things to be a threat until now. When the first snow in four years fell onto the golden gate bridge I felt something stirring inside me. The next day News reporters all over the world were stating the claims of missing persons. How can so many people go missing in one night? Where did they go? It was disturbing and strange, and a part of me felt like it wasn't anywhere near over yet. The night following that rumors of vampires started to spread. The, "I saw this." or "This is what I heard." Traveled all the way up and down the state line. I thought it was just assumption. The imagination of wayward minds finding their own conclusion to the events and the anomaly of missing people. I was wrong.
By March the vampires had made their siege. They had made their existence known to all of us. The news stopped the redundant play on the missing citizens and started and active rebuttal to the awakening of the leeches that plague our streets. A small number of them are good, the rest are terrible and cruel. They run in packs. Whether of three, or thirty. One vampire is very rarely by themselves. They attack much like raptors. With a set offensive and defensive players, and those who work alone simply lure people to them like a spider to a fly. There was soon set a curfew for our state to follow. We were to end our day at sunset and begin our day at dawn.
The vampires weren't the worst of our problems.
When the vampires had finally established aesthetic rules to their hunting. A new breed decided to make their presence known. They were part man and part animal. Canny shape shifters who bore an unrealistic loathe to the locusts who were draining our blood. Humans like me implored them, but we soon realized they were loose canons and most of them did not hold the goal to save us from extinction. There was an old feud to be settled and we had nothing to do with it. We were simply in the way.
This marks human defeat. Whether we're slaves to a vampire, like myself. Or we've crossed paths with a werewolf. We'll never be the same. I write for lack of nothing better to do, until my mistress grows weary with hunger and I am once again subjected to the sharp point of her teeth.
Today I am quite sure it is September. Summer has ended and the werewolves are now in control, but only for the moment. There are plots to break their shields of defense.
What I find strange when I turn on the news; alone in the chamber for the evening. Is that now- the well groomed man has stopped talking of vampires, doggish men, and disappearances. He has now started talking of godly events. Every other day someone is being interviewed. Someone who has experienced something of divine grace or something of a religious multitude.
I now know one thing is for certain. Nothing is impossible.
Time, turns its head, blue skies fall.
There’s more, hid neath hopeful lies,
And I still remember.
Why do I, feel all alone here,
Lost in life’s repetition,
Is it so hard, to say I’m sorry,
Or am I that weak?[/center]
Predictions have been made for centuries as to when the tribulation will occur. It's a pity no one ever listened. When it was discovered that the Mayan calender ended in 2011 it stirred havoc and chaos amidst the minds of true believers. That assumption was wrong. It was nothing but a process. Every religion has marked the end of man kind in some way or another. In different ways, but all have the same conclusion. Whether you're a Buddhist or a Baptist one thing is very clear. Spirituality can make you or break you. It's all a matter of what you decide to do with it, and how you choose to carry that out. You never know. The conclusion you draw might just surprise you.
Everything was fine in San Fransisco until the Christmas of 2011. I can't exactly say I never believed in creatures of the night or spiritual awakenings, but I can say I never found those things to be a threat until now. When the first snow in four years fell onto the golden gate bridge I felt something stirring inside me. The next day News reporters all over the world were stating the claims of missing persons. How can so many people go missing in one night? Where did they go? It was disturbing and strange, and a part of me felt like it wasn't anywhere near over yet. The night following that rumors of vampires started to spread. The, "I saw this." or "This is what I heard." Traveled all the way up and down the state line. I thought it was just assumption. The imagination of wayward minds finding their own conclusion to the events and the anomaly of missing people. I was wrong.
By March the vampires had made their siege. They had made their existence known to all of us. The news stopped the redundant play on the missing citizens and started and active rebuttal to the awakening of the leeches that plague our streets. A small number of them are good, the rest are terrible and cruel. They run in packs. Whether of three, or thirty. One vampire is very rarely by themselves. They attack much like raptors. With a set offensive and defensive players, and those who work alone simply lure people to them like a spider to a fly. There was soon set a curfew for our state to follow. We were to end our day at sunset and begin our day at dawn.
The vampires weren't the worst of our problems.
When the vampires had finally established aesthetic rules to their hunting. A new breed decided to make their presence known. They were part man and part animal. Canny shape shifters who bore an unrealistic loathe to the locusts who were draining our blood. Humans like me implored them, but we soon realized they were loose canons and most of them did not hold the goal to save us from extinction. There was an old feud to be settled and we had nothing to do with it. We were simply in the way.
This marks human defeat. Whether we're slaves to a vampire, like myself. Or we've crossed paths with a werewolf. We'll never be the same. I write for lack of nothing better to do, until my mistress grows weary with hunger and I am once again subjected to the sharp point of her teeth.
Today I am quite sure it is September. Summer has ended and the werewolves are now in control, but only for the moment. There are plots to break their shields of defense.
What I find strange when I turn on the news; alone in the chamber for the evening. Is that now- the well groomed man has stopped talking of vampires, doggish men, and disappearances. He has now started talking of godly events. Every other day someone is being interviewed. Someone who has experienced something of divine grace or something of a religious multitude.
I now know one thing is for certain. Nothing is impossible.
