Murdering Divinity

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The journey of a man to find who he is. He is born in a radically different world than our own where the average man runs while two armies ravage the land. None of his villagers knew of the world beyond their grove that they called home. Are they wise to live in ignorance? Or is he wise for leaving their false paradise?

Submitted: September 12, 2012

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Death raced up my lungs as a fall towards fecundity came. Someone so fragile caught in the fight of two overladen forces. My cowl was torn and burned up like a miniature star. I know that the end is near and lo, I  need to look back on myself. Not far and not close, this very morning to be exact. All was simple and allegiance meant nothing but the core of a futile war between brothers.
Woke up to the typical sound of the chapel-maiden watering the morning-glory. Minute at the time but the Head Priest Alexander cultivated the flowers so retentively. The morning sermon soon followed as I softly took my downstairs pilgrimage once more. Words so thick with trepidation and reprieve arced through every room with unrelenting force. And so said the Chapel Father:
“We come here – deep in the Grove of Cherry-blossoms divided by the Valley of Tears – to commune the holy pretense once more. Darkness creeps around us like a sickly blade and I know it comes even now. My brothers and delicate sisters, we must stand affixed here to muster all of our dreams into strength. Mother Eden and all her symbolic branches connect to ostracize all the men sinful with order. Lo I say from scripture: 'Demons came from every quaking sector as loyal men stood ready to die with valor. They had no way to measure the rising tide, so absent minded. Twas this very tide that consumed them all into the depths of the Great Ocean. One came afloat when our Honored Lady cried a thousand tributaries. His name was Adam and from his heart came the one known as Eve. Together they took care of a forest of unforgiven angels. Under them was an atrocity growing in the womb of the Ethereal Mother, but they knew not. Gabriel the True and Lucifer of Light were sent on gleaming animals, constellations, to warn our Decrypted Ancestors. Lucifer lost his way when a serpent called him into the Inferno where ashes choked him anew. Knight Gabriel was greeted by abominations of darkness that played with him as a child does with his dog. Mankind fell from Heaven's Grace that day and we care not for our hearts shall never smelter, frozen or fiery. As for scripture written before this one, God lost Heaven to a being that gave us the love that was deserved.' There is so much to absorb from the glyphs of old. To all of you I pray with this quick rhyme: 'Father of all fecundity. . .Listen to your felicity. . .Grant us with unrelenting life. . .We all take upon this strife. . .Shall we falter and fade?. . .Leave us to evil's bade.' AMEND, now on to your studies until high hour!”
The only moment of words that I can truly remember and the reason comes in the whole memory. My hands caressed the wooden rails and that was when everything went awry. The doors flew open as a bleeding man fell for all to see. Healers rushed the scene to judge his celestial standing. With every aching muscle he walked to me, so close that I could hear his heartbeat. Thus so he whispered into my ear:
“You, my killer, must travel out of this valley. Through the burning field of cherry-blossoms and across the border to the Great Tree. Go now and not waste time as all of humanity is reaching it's end!” He believed every word until his body collapsed and I swore I heard his final breath come forth. Each and every priest looked at me wanting answers that I didn't know how to explain.
One went to the extreme of slapping me across the face and told me to leave if I didn't know. Women and men I knew since birth kicked me out and locked the door for no reason. Eyes peered from every window towards where I stood. Awkward as it was, I left on the road that all of them once forbid me from crossing. Uneven cobble stones and sharp grass brought pain. Fog shrouded the distance, but an abstract rock glittered on the edge.
Once I approached it closer, two coins came into view to answer my quandary. Coins that I had never seen in my life because their symbols were different. One side coaxed a coiled serpent and the other caged a laurel-ed man. Just assumed they were the same coin but flipped. Curiosity forced me to remove them from the eye-shaped holes and as I did that, the fog cleared away immediately. Confused like a child yelled at, I had let the fog vanish from my mind and looked at the coins with broken backs. Both of them fit exactly onto each other but as I placed them together there came a flash of lightning.
Out of fear, I forced the dual-nature coin into my separate pockets. Fists clench with trepidation as I walk on to find bodies starved and lost. One of them held a piece of paper crossed by his arms and only two words showed themselves: 'Aegean Sea'. Times might have changed but the Grecian sea will forever live in literature as a reminder to the journey of the heart and will. Whenever we see something that confuses us in this way, an urge forces us to look at the sky. Black with a haze so thick that it looks like a gaping mouth into oblivion.
Scared again but not from confusion. We are to be blamed for this scar upon Her perfect body. Can I run from what has begrimed the world that I call home? Looking at this now, I must laugh at the fact that I had a choice to turn back. Verses of old said that when her blue eyes turn perpetually gray, humanity lost her gift of kindness. Worse of all my Brothers hid from the sad reality and it just gets sadder as I go. Ash and only ash greeted me once I escaped the valley to find the grove burned away. What man could send a dagger into a fertile womb? One that came from a whore's fecundity.
Crawling proves futile, walking becomes sluggish, running chokes, and dying is not an answer. This comes to the mind of a killer and everyone else. Softly, I ripped the lower part of my robe asunder. Wrapped it around my nose and mouth to prevent the taint from corrupting me anymore than it already has. Gales came down from the heavens to blind me but the righteous can never be blinded. Well, I wasn't righteous as for I spent what I think was three hours wandering. Eventually the sands separated  thus uncovering a beast of antiquity.
First came the female head, followed by a proud lion chest, and the wings of a mighty bird. Her feet were cracked beyond repair and an amulet hanged from her neck. I rushed to read the engravings before she awoke and all I found was evil laughter. She was truly silent from the confused king's cunning incest. Her eyes finally cracked open and a red light marked a path out of this inferno or, perhaps, to it's cold and broken heart. It wasn't long until I walked upon a fruitful grove within this darkness. A tree stood at it's core and there was a single golden apple clutched within its branches.
Hungry as I was form this tiring journey, I stretched my body on the grassy floor. My hand reached up and plucked the golden apple with all it's knowledge inside. A few seconds before it reached my lips, the serpent coin rolled into a hole aside the tree. Quickly, I tucked my hand in there to grab it. Surging pain coursed through my skin and I pulled out my hand to find venom dripping from two slits. I fell down against the tree and hundreds of apples came into reality. Each fell around me with great speeds. The poison came to my mind and all became blurry until I heard a strange sound.
Wood cracked and gasped as that of an old man's labored movement. Now I believe it was the poison that made me hallucinate. An apple hit me on the brim of my head then a chuckle came from behind me. Another man met my gaze when I looked around. He was part of the tree and very calm towards my discerning stare. And so it lectured me with an elderly voice:
“Newton, you come back to learn of my arts. My branches may be bridges intersecting the knowledge of multiple realms, but I am no teacher. In fact, I told you this before and you just stayed until I couldn't bare your presence. A single apple gave you your answer and now you seek another. Here are one-hundred more for you to go. If it was this that you wanted then you can leave me once again. Follow my raveling roots for they know the way to Hell's tower. Go now Newton!”
Was not ready to argue with a jaded tree. Every root twisted in radical movements within the darkness. Poison surged through me like a man taking one too many swigs. And my feet mirrored that perfectly as I kept tripping. Finally, the darkness vanished and I found myself in the shadows of a tower of metal and smoke. Men stood on the edge of eaves as they held military-issued guns at me. Then, oddly enough, a story came to my mind. One of that my mother read to me during my childhood.
'When Gabriel the Pure reached Heaven he cried a lake. This lake gave birth to a great oak at it's center. Tears never could last in Heaven and lo it moved to Eden as a gift. All afflictions can be burned away in it's water. If you ever find yourself weak and near death, drink deep and hold tight to a branch.' Sounds like fantasy but let's see how much of that has came true so far. Zeus and a serpent on a coin, Hell, Yggdrasil, the River Styx, and now Aesculapius. All the times I took them as only books, well life is a lot more confusing than that. Drugs, alcohol, politics, sex, greed, war, and lies are the seven pillars of this new world. These can be a lifestyle then lore can live as a truth understood too late. So what did I do? I ran towards a forest with a glowing tree in it's center.
Gun shots and angry shouts roared through the air. Eventually they stopped chasing me and a stinging sound rippled through the air until a stone fell before me. Razors came out of it and spun violently to levitate the core. Violet light came from it and my hands trembled in great pain. My head became light. I collapsed from it then death raced up my lungs as a fall towards fecundity came. The rest you know and now I must enter a new land. One that I don't know but remains as corrupted as this one.
Now I recite a song for my Sancturary as they come to join me. We are brothers in the end and nothing will stop that. As for now, Zeus gives me my voice through lightning as I speak during a coming storm. Here is what I say:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
'Father, of all fecundity,
Listen to your felicity!
Grant us with unrelenting life,
We all take upon this strife.
Shall we falter and fade?
Leave us to evil's bade.' 


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