Chapter I
During the cold winter
month of January 2008, and until the spring of April of that same year, it seemed
as though my feet had traveled seventy-times-seventy thousand steps during the
plight of losing all that I held sacred. My body carried the weight of the
agony that my heart was experiencing during those lonely and painful steps
in life. Hunger had been a companion, and my desire for relief communed
with me daily. With only the shirt on my back, I fought vigorously to overcome
the spirit of insanity as I pressed on to find a better tomorrow (at least
that was my hope). The nights during that period extended no reprieve
to my tiredness, and each morning presented no promises of a pardon. The weary
state of my mind and body led me to a tree in a remote place that seemed
to be so free and at peace. While I sat at this place of
refuge, my mind reflected in a repetitious cadence on the many thoughts
that accompanied me during the days and nights wandering back and forth upon
the concrete paths under my feet going to nowhere. To stay focused, and to
keep my fears from robbing my mind, I comforted myself in the
assurance that things were not going to remain the way they appeared,
and that the condition I was experiencing was only temporary, and a
brighter day was just around one of those corners that were ahead of me.
After reflecting on my
poignant state, I slumbered under this tree. The morning finally made its
appearance. I opened my eyes, and whispered a salutation towards the
heavens, and thanked God for another day of breath. There was a chill in the
air, and the snow which surrounded me appeared as a crystal blanket covering a
field of precious stones.
The clouds in the heavens
seemed cradled in serenity as they traversed across the blue skies above my
head. The cold crisp air presented the scent of fresh water which made my mouth
very dry. I could hear the infant birds as they summon its mother to
nourish its hunger, and the swiftness in her wings confirmed her concern of the
infant birds needs. The beauty of this creation around me created peace and
warmth within the depths of my being. However, sadness surfaced and engulfed my
heart, because I knew that I must leave this serene place I feel so at peace in
and journey into the Hell of reality in those streets that were ahead of me. Rising
from the ground where I rested my weary body, I began the journey to
wherever - to keep defeat from being the victor of my soul.
Through the alleys of the
neighborhoods, and between houses I roamed. Most of those houses were condemned
or needed to be condemned (with a few of those houses converted into drug
infested malls of destruction and illusions). I stopped, and leaned on a fence and watched the addicted as they shuffled to and from these malls of
destruction. All of them that were controlled by this demon of addiction had
the appearance and similarities that revealed their bondage. All were disheveled,
and their eyes were sunken into their heads revealing the death that had a grip
on their souls. Their malnourished bodies and deficient spirit of hope unveiled
their darkened essence upon their faces which brought fear into the hearts of
the normal observers. I then began reflecting on my past days of bondage with
the spirit of addiction, when at the age of sixteen heroin was injected
into my veins. I began to recite the following words as I silently wept for myself
and for those that I seen.
Addiction is my name, and
destruction is my claim. From the depths of Hell I have risen to fame.
Like the venom of a snake I
kill at first strike, and I have no remorse on a person precious life.
I can make a woman betray
herself and her child, and ignore the consequences of her actions while
performing distasteful deeds with a smile.
Make a young man steal, lie
and cheat, and push a father not to care if his family eats.
My status of persons I do not
discriminate. I can make persons of power and authority even hate!
I make the new look old, and turn family’s
hearts cold. My powers are beyond any ones control.
I am very deadly this you
should know, just look around you can you not see my growth!
I have entered into cities and
turned them upside down, and have taken quiet and peaceful neighborhoods and
ran them into the ground.
I am the Demon of the last
days, and there is no deliverance in the games that I play,
Should by chance we pass each
other by, don't stop, nor listen to me, for you shall surely DIE!’
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