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Sovereign Machedna
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Ramblings of the Fallen
What you see is the subject of my own aberration. The progany of my emotional inequality with the physical realm. Monkies are what you are. You'll deny this, as most humans are prone to lower brain capacity..., but denial doesn't halt the march of truth, and please don't get me ranting on the ignorance.

I was a high ranking official in the army of all armies - the First army, the army that fought for the Almighty. I felt for the adversaries, for Azazel, for Lucifer, for Abbaddon, and yes, even for dear old Belial. However, I dared not resist God's infallibility. I may have not enjoyed the loss of grandeur from his gaze, but eternity without the Word would be far more heinous. Your kind wasn't worth the risk of losing; and as we know, they did. So very relieved was I.

However..., my position put me at a bit of an impass. One of my many charges was that I was to grant happiness and joy to those who prayed for it. Many of you, it's a wonder why you even try anymore, you live your lives with sin, perpetually eating away at what little bit of a halo you have and then expect God to clean it for you. He's not a car wash, people. Regardless, it ate at me that so many were inherantly villainous and yet I was to grant them their joy.

After a while, the resentment grew, building up inside my psyche, and I began to toy with your lives. So very easy, really. I simply took a page from the ol' Sizzler downstairs. Word play and loopholes. You wanted happiness in the form of a ferrari, I gave it to you... Though, you weren't very happy with the doors laced in PCP and being sought after by a homosexual dominator with a penchant for violence and donkies. Oh, deary me... Please, be more specific.

At any rate, this didn't go unnoticed and the Great Ol' Pappy was earnest to give me a good lashing. The Chap adores his justified torture, I'll have you know. Nothing wrong with it..., it's justified. Dur. And with that said, He brought me to my knees with all his beauty, delivered a raunchy smack-fest, and topped it off with a deliberate donkey punch for the ages. I awoke with pain, remorse, and sand in the crack of my a** - and I do mean this literally. The Bloak banished me to your trite little realm, naked, alone, and lying on a deserted beach with a hermit nesting 'tween my thighs. Quite uncomfortable, really.

The fact that a homeless man stood beside me, leering down at my crudely nude body with his hand down his pants made it even further abhorring. Though, I will say this... The beach, the ocean, the skies - the Lord Da Vinci certainly pulled out all the stops with your physical universe. The beauty is indescribable. The vocal serenity of a choir of angels frolicking on tip toes to the beat of their vocal cacophany damn near rivals what majesty of the visual orgasm that you people take for granted.

The sun shown, explicitly fondling the contours of my body with a warmth that I could only embrace with a moan and a smack to the face of that damned vagabond. Seriously, he wouldn't go away. As he ran off, pants about his ankles in shame and shock, I turned my attention back to the open skies. The azure pigments took the authority on this day, marred by disorganized vagrants drifting by, contrasted by the darker blues of the ocean. Whilst the body seemingly met with the sky in the distance, it could not keep its hands off the lightly ochred sands. I couldn't blame them. I was reluctant to pull my feet from its tendrils.

My brethren were sent to inform me of my follies and my newest charge. I'm not exactly fallen, per say. I retain my abilities and my grace, however I am fully a member of the physical existence. I'm to live among the heathens, learn some compassion for what He created and end up begging for His forgiveness like any other monkey. The news was absorbed, though lightly. I couldn't help but swoon as a breeze danced with my newfound chest, with amazing footwork that synced with my feet.

Needless to say, much self-exploration ensued as well as love for what you people are granted. Have you ever tasted tree bark? Leaves? Dirt? Poo? It's ******** magical. I can't tell you how great a sheep's wool feels brushing aga - ... Well, I've learned enough to know I shouldn't speak so brashly about why you're so lucky. At any rate! I have eternity to accept His love for you. In the mean time..., I'm going to wreak as much havoc as I possibly can, with the justification, of course, that I'm taking out the trash that endeavors to stall free will. Feeble argument, yes, but it will set the standard for my audacity.

It was at this point that I ran into the middle of the road, fascinated by the corporeal figments of transportation, spreading my arms and running amok in ecstasy at all there was to enjoy. That is, until I was hit a car. Forty-five miles and a newly shattered windshield aren't the greatest accommodations when celebrating. My, word... Pain is deliriously delightful, though I think that in the future I may want to veer away from its lashing. It was worse than the hermit.

I rolled off the hood and fell to the my knees, erecting my form and stature with a stumble and daze. Recovering, hands out in front to regain my balance, I looked up at the driver and smiled.
"I'm ok!" I shouted, still grinning, until he ejected himself with such furocity.

"Bless you, child, you have concern for me?"

"Oh, I have something for you, dumbass."

What happened next is fuzzy. A memory masked in the haze of obscurity. It was a mystery that reeled in my head as my lids fluttered to life. The same haze blurred my view of the room, bleeding into the din of the patient room. A monotonous beep raged like a metronome of annoyance, voices resounding loudly over intercom speakers, and a prune was moaning in the bed next to mine. However, I felt absolutely fantastic. I believe you people call it morphine. I think I love it, quite frankly.

What happens next is all according to my whim. I've not yet left the hospital bed, though I do look forward to what I can discover in this realm. To explore the feelings, emotions, the hate and rage. I fear I may end up enjoying this little vacation. It just goes to show that what they say is true: don't knock it 'til you've tried it. Though, I'm already hindered by the sickness of being so detached from His love and authority. I realize he's not too far off, however floating nothingness within His presence surpasses any sensuality the physical universe could deliver. Perhaps I was wrong in thinking he cared for you more?





 
 
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