Man walks into a bar but its nothing like that old joke he is nearly killed and then his life just begins, he start a war against drinkers he doesn't want to cure them he wants revenge he, wants to play a game of god who let everybody down, he wants to greet all good people in front of the gates of heaven and with a sneer on his face and to tell them "it is already full, sorry folks".
Change or die that was his mantra, that was what he allways said to his victims before killing them, he had them gagged they couldn't talk and he took their scilence as a request to die. Everyone requests to die at some level in their lives. Their requests are hidden in prayers, in tears, in the self abusive ways which are burried under a thick layer of fake reasons. Those requests reach him through the eye of observation and before you know it he is a part of your life giving you a last chance to change. Everyone forgets, once devil was an angel too, and he is an angel though he comes in the tortured guise of a devil he is an angel a sweet angel of mercy an angel of death........... and he says to his final victim "I shall heal you're wounds though they are self inflicted and you are undeserving, i shall heal you" but the door splintered and those men of law that flew in like a mass of black rocks thought otherwise.
Indeed, the beauty holding the scale was blindfolded. Miss justice failed to see him for what he was but labeled him for what he seemed, a psycopath without a soul. Like his victims, he too remained silent but it wasn't a request for death. It was more like the silence of a wise man who knows no matter what he says or what he does, his fate was not going to change, this cycle was not going to be broken.
Written in sytemised colloboration with Doubting wise.
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