Last~Liberation
That was the last drop to make the bottle burst setting the pent up emotions free... I am free the feeling the emotions I have forgotten are coming back.
Why did I become free? I yearn freedom... Liberation, like a teenager which I technically am. I want to be in the same level as my peers without changing myself.
Now I see that people aren't gonna bend there views of the world... No cooperation, if there's gonna be peace were gonna need cooperation... Impossible!
Our world is so far off from cooperating. I listen to the stories my friend tony has to say about his planet. He says everyone was united, your problem was their problem... Such a wonderful place.
I wish for that in Earth but it seems impossible. Hell would be more likely to have that system, so I went there... Hell.
~Few years in hell~
I started to heal the broken pieces in the place you would call hell but a sanctuary for me.
Years, I spent years down here, until I became the king, changing. I achieved my goal everyone here is happy except of course the damned.
I remember my friends on the surface and my original mission from God. I was meant to fall... And rise stronger than ever.
I have forgiven them all and the wings behind my back turned into angel wings yet, they were still black...
To be truly free you must remove all grudges weighing you down. To be truly happy you must remove the hate you harbor against others and to be at peace you must forgive others and yourself.
And I could say I am in peace I could go back to the surface without any malice and when I came back to Earth they saw the things that they have done to me.
As they say they put themselves in my shoes. They said they were sorry and I forgave them not knowing the cycle of forgiving and betrayal has happened again...
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There you go folks!, this is where I'm gonna end it. I think I'm gonna do a second book or not? And right now I'm in my philosophical phase not depressed... Sort of
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