The Beginning
The Ewe entrusted with the power of the second moon conscious traveled in the veil of nothingness. The aftermath of genocide and war clung to his fate like a tense low whisper in the solar wind. He became a stiff lifeless rotten body in the pile of desolate dead warriors. They were buried on top of him like trees seizing a mountain. Obese grey rats and brain-damaged old vultures ate from their torn bodies. Cruel and unavoidable disease sizzled the frail hairs of his nose. He felt his body still underneath his brethren. Sheer dead weight shattered the bones in his chest with a scarred and uneven shaven head stuck out the loathsome dead. The huge sick rats and foul and carrion vultures fed upon Yera’s dead flesh as if he was their horrid dinner. He released a shrill hooting cry of extreme unendurable affliction as if fine guilty rapture struck him. The Bull could not feel his dead heartbeat for it was gnashed out by the enemy soothing their stomachs for breakfast. He could not speak for his dry tongue was sacrificed to taste death. A skinny black crow with wet blood and decayed flesh hanging from its long beak sat by his face and pecked at his lifeless eyes. Yera’s eyelid was thick like bull skin and refused to give food to the creature. The sinful crow turned its deadly beak sideways and rolled his eyes with the hot wind. Then it slowly opened the long sharp top of its blade-like beak lifting Yera’s eyelid up. It snapped Yera’s pupil in half letting the Melius from the eye shine on the dangerous beak. It glistened glowing in the sunlight; the crow let out a glorious cry to the wind. It gunned Yera in his left eye calmly. Yera gazed back as if he was tortured in miserable pain. The gory ole crow slowly crept to his left eye teasing his unavoidable attack. The dark crow tranced deep into the pupil feeling the Melius. The crow spoke.
“You are dead; Eye is god over flesh now.”
The crow quickly snapped at Yera’s eyeball and grabbed it out. The crow was a black blaze in the sky one Yera could not see. The warrior consciousness spoke.
“Damnation.”
The Beginning
In the magnificent bowl-shaped valley sat an exquisite apricot daisy flourishing along the grassy riverbanks sitting in the heart of the valley running down the stream nourishing the land with a devout and holy life. Her large and richly colored petals fertilized in the splendid and silent sun leaking over the horizon. She sang with the calm wind vibrating with chi powering her slender green stem as she coursed through the lovely moist soil in search for her ally. She was accompanied by her friend Zara a brilliant purple sunflower elevating the auras of the universe.
“Where is Lano; he missed the rising of the golden flames,” inquired Cora drifting through the rich dirt as Zara trailed behind her.
“He should be somewhere Cora; how about we check the field of tulips by the lake of fairies,” implied Zara.
“Excellent idea Zara let us lumber to the crystal-clear waters of the magical fairies searching for our missing friend,” suggested Cora.
They trailed the lavishing field of newly born strawberries tainting the atmosphere with unforeseen beauty. The unbelievable flawless fruit aroused the nectar becoming a sweet sensation of energy sparkling around Cora and her friend. The magical red mist lifted them unto the heavens and promised hope to guide their steps. A moment of solace drenched the humming paradise with heartwarming comfort. Cora expressed passion spiraling from the earth birthing ecstatic kundalini to nourish her and Zara.
“The divined fruit bestows grace to our chakras, let us savor this moment of power my sister,” raved Cora as she pointed in the distance towards a limestone bridge coated with colorful marbles.
“The bridge that will lead us to the river of fairies and there we will arrive at the field of tulips,” explained Zara.
“Sway with love in thy heart, ride on the sun and fly with the stars,” sung the rich flavored strawberries as the red mist surrounding Cora and Zara set them at the foot of the bridge.
“Bye, thanks for the ride my loves,” blushed Cora as brilliant cosmic dust kissed their essence.
“Bye,” sung the strawberries in harmony with one another.
Cora and Zara strolled amongst the bridge unaware of the creeping shadow cloaking itself from the unaccustomed raw sunlight. The solid and broad bridge stretched under the home of a large unkempt troll. He was a mean and sluggish troll who captured daisies to cure his miserable hunger. Thomas the troll dingy stingy ogre was also kind when not under the dying curse of starvation. He would carry the moon in the bed of the stars and illuminate the bitter and uncanny darkness for the creatures who lurked mysteriously in the night. His unique and dear heart could brighten a terrible unwanted day like a master of heavenly energy. This day his stomach sent off a rasping non-humane growl rumbling the stones of the bridge. A lonely and muffled yawn stretch forth from the quarters of utter dreadful loneliness seeking to confront the striders traveling along his rooftop. The green embittered troll high peculiar hands lifted him up among the bridge striking stunning dramatic surprise in Cora and Zara. He gawked at them with loathsome shrewd birdlike eyes; Cora and Zara gaze with an unblinking stare unafraid of an old friend trapped behind the masked monster. His capacious and hungry stomach felt as if hopeless and sleepless pain conducted a choir of a yearning for food. His thick green hairy fingers scratched his brown kinky hair.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” bellowed Thomas the troll as the moon leaked blood blocking the wonderful burst of the sun. Creatures of love scurried and hid under rocks and the creatures of happiness hid in the comfort of the trees. Old food flew from his teeth as his lips wiggled among impact from the vicious sound of the roar. He became real mean blinking his psychic eyes. He jumped violently on the bridge as if his tantrum was summoned through lightning bolts. He slung his meaty green arms violently but far enough not to harm Cora and Zara. The distant was three feet away great for conversation. Thomas the troll paused in the madness and slobber fell from his vivid torn face as he let off a malice grunt crossing his bare brawny arms.
“Who… dares… strolls... over my bridge?” hollered Thomas with a strong sonorous voice.
Cora once large and richly petals were now saggy, broad, and depressed. She gulped as abundant and sticky pollen fell from her face. Her slender green stem was now weak and vulnerable to please Thomas the Troll’s hunger. Zara’s fronds were now shriveled from the essence of life with an aura that vibrated dying fear. She felt as if the heart betrayed a love for an uncrying lust seeking to satisfy revoking emotion cringing inside the vein. Cora witness a torn piece of a dark yellow shroud with star brown designs outlining on the surface. This shroud belonged to Lano a missing friend she was on a quest to find. Horrific flames loved the air and came to existence with deaf remorseless rage. Red liquid summoned from the center of the ancient monumental trees with murderous intent. The dead and wilted grass wanted blood to fall upon its death metal sword tasting a sweet vengeance craving the tongue. How could greed dare devour the sixth star of the sun? Her malevolent eyebrows displayed no mercy to the beast’s fate, glaring at her newly-found enemy with furtive and evil eyes. Zara’s purple blades formed into snakes willing to send final and mortal strikes at Cora’s command. Their slow and venomous hiss formed castles of wrath before the unpleasant troll. He sent a dry sour laugh upon the attempt that threatened sudden and infinite death.
“Speak,” croaked Thomas the Troll.
“It is eye Cora, mother of the eight moons and giver of life to the gods,” informed Cora. “Eye curse you with the taste of the dirt and it shall forever be a foul food taming your dreadful appetence,” declared Cora.
“A curse to ease my Satan as an act of unwarranted assumptions,” he stated, “Eye see the ingly correct observation of a shroud that was a slight quench to my fierce, sordid appetite,” stated Thomas the Troll.
“You shall cease all life for your cruel lies,” shouted Zara.
“To think that a living being wills this uncontrolled, unearthly, evil power, then all of the old must be dead,” he ranted balling his fist with a riveting idea. “If what you believe appears true to your prudent theory then your fate shall be the same,” declared Thomas the Troll.
“Prepare to be reborn,” said Cora as she demanded the bloodthirsty snakes to attack and destroy evil from all living things.
Thomas the Troll quickly deflected the devouring snakes grabbing them instantly ripping them apart away from Zara. They withered and bled on the harsh burning soil on the floor of the bridge. The troll grabbed Zara and frazzled her apart setting her spiritual essence free into the hateful, pallid mist. Cora was raged by the irreparable loss of her friend. She summoned sharp blades on the edge of her limbs and extracted wild but deliberate fury upon the ugly greenish troll. The good slender blade was strong enough to slice the thick skin of the evil entity. She fought bravely against her old friend and inscribe punishment in his fate. The troll tried to attack the mighty daisy but failed in his dire attempt. Lighting from the heavens struck him instantly destroying the solid and broad bridge. Cora levitated over her fallen enemy and commanded the dark force to release Thomas the Troll. A misty dark cloud flew drastically from his mouth and dissipated into nothingness. Thomas the troll quickly took his bulky hands and swallowed tons of dry reddish dirt down his suddenly dry throat. Cora approached him slowly with her leafy blades.
“You sent my friend to the rebirth,” mentioned Cora.
“Forgive me your majesty, mother of the eight moons for eye was not myself.”
“You have sinned against god Thomas and for that, you will hold the eight moons for everlasting life upon your back.”
“Eye accept my sad and joyless fate rather than face eternal death, my queen.”
“Like a silent robber, your essence shall be snatched and forever enchained; this is your punishment, this is your fate.”
“Farewell, mighty Queen of all and giver of life.”
Cora swung to the lake of fairies and found deceit eat fruit from the tree of life. The fine fairies lay lifeless in a small peaceful lake full of pink slimy blood staining the grass. The field of tulips became a place of disease feeding on a live crop. An evil like presence brought harm to her charged kundalini. It was in the shape of nothing and possessed no sinister eyes nor a foul mouth to speak, but it did speak to the confused queen.
“Who are you?” questioned Cora.
“Eye am all that eye am,” responding in a tense low voice.
“What do you mean?” asked Cora.
“A life form from the unknown eye am your greatest enemy; a fear from the darkness.”
“You will have no reign here in the Ani leave at once.”
“From the hearts of men, eye live seeking to conquer all that exist within; eye will prevail.”
The dark mist disappeared in the ravaged skies that became a sight of malice evil. Cora moved with haste to the forest of the great ancient owls seeking answers. She traveled through the tangled trackless forest tracing through the bare and thorny branches. She saw heinous herb glare at her with a wrathful stare. They growled towards the troublesome queen forgetting she blessed them with eternal life. She glanced at another piece of Lano’s shroud and knew he had to escape the terrible unstainable hunger of the troll and trailed the gloomy and immense forest. She went to reach for the shroud and suddenly the cold darkness revealed watchful malevolent eyes. The old ancient owls knew not who she was and began to fly violently through the tight space. She advanced hastily with means to escape the thick feathery brown creatures creating terrible and needless havoc against the mother of the eight moons. She found herself in a bed of sand just outside the forest line and in front of her was the sea of Puna washing oncoming tidal waves on the sandy lonesome golden shore. In short, a distance was a canoe she pushed out unto the waters and sailed to further land. The brawny solar wind forced thy strong sails through the pure magical waters. Such shoal waters revealed dead and naked bones floating to the surface. The waters became a sea of blood and stood in the bloodbath was an ancient beast of the old. Cora being wise summoned four protective spirits of the Ani to guard her as she confronted the monstrous terror. The strong sheer wind escaped the body of the sails as the boat stopped no longer to move in the thick fishy blood.
The ancient beast greeted her with a grotesque wicked dragon smile revealing jagged bloodstained teeth covered in grisly stiff corpses from the sea. “The fish of the Ani, “gasped Cora. She glared at the beast with tiny bloodshot eyes. “Where did you come from,” she grimaced.
“The hearts of men from the lower realm; you cannot destroy me,” bragged the ancient evil blinking its mad scornful black eyes. “I am a power beyond your reach queen of the eight moons. My poisonous metallic brown scales are large and impenetrable. My immense, barbed claws are eager to taste royal blood. My deadly sickle choppers seek to build empires of the dead. I am giant compared to your tiny power,” scolded the beast with a taut hard voice.
“No, the hearts of men are pure,” cried Cora
The devourer of fish unleashed a loud and fiendish laugh drifting the blood sea around him.
“Queen of the eight moons you of all must know without evil how could life exist; your perfect universe has been baptized in the flaming darkness. Fear and death reign the same throne as love and peace, your majesty or have you forgotten such things,” said the beast.
“You were meant to forever be in the shadows for eternity, men were never meant to be evil,” explained Cora.
“Life must be balanced mighty and powerful Cora. All that is good will be destroyed and the sun shall reign no more upon the land. The eight moons shall perish from the skies and rob the eyes of sight. You can’t destroy the mighty and powerful beast such as eye. Eye am all that eye am, Queen of the ultimate realm.”
“You shall return to nothingness,” objected Cora.
“You will follow eye and everything you created will find true power in the nothing. Hell will fall on the land and life as you know it will fade from existence my beloved Queen of the eight moons.”
“This is where you fall,” said Cora with a venomous purple look in her eyes glaring to destroy the monster and send him to the abyss.
“We will handle this vile creature, my queen you must go to the tree of life and drink from the chalice of blood and make way to the higher realm,” said one of the Ani spirits protecting the queen.”
The four spirits summoned four large tall totem poles carved with gray and bony masks from underneath the depths of the sea creating a square around the massively evil-looking creature. A powerful pure shield of god energy trapped the beast draining his evil energy. The spirits of the Ani transported Cora to the hillside where she was Lano laying on the unpleasantly jagged rocks unconscious. She went to hold his weak slim body. His torn shroud covered half of his damned bloody wounds,
“Lano wake up please, we have to go to the tree of life,” pleaded Cora as she shook him softly.
His green glossy eyes stared at her with a shocking surprise. His leaves were torn from the pointy branches and face was tainted with the essence of the shadows. Cora helped him stand on the ground. A long-stemmed red rose he was staring at the unknown monster in the distance.
“We must hurry their force will not hold for long,” said Cora.
“It waits not because of the spirits but it is absorbing their power Cora; I barely escaped with my life,” breathed Lano.
“Lano we must get to the trees of life; we have to stop this.”
“What is happening is beyond us my love, this evil power can’t be destroyed in this realm; let us go quickly,” panicked Lano as the beast broke free from the totem poles of power.
They paced through the field of big fuzzy sunflowers. The beast trailed behind them running with lethal speed. The Tree of life sat in the distance vibrating a pure aura that kept the sunflowers nourished. The beast gained amongst them clawing through the yellow bright sunflowers. Cora stopped to face the monster and summoned a large bird with steel sword-like claws and a dagger beak. From the sun it rose with fire blazing in its wings and body. It attacked the beast ferociously aiming for its face. The monster breathed blood from its mouth and the holy bird attack fire from its wings. Cora stayed and summoned a powerful spirit ball around the two ancient creatures to protect her world from damnation.
“Cora we must go now,” yelled Lano.
“One must stay my beloved; drink from the chalice and do what must be done.”
“Eye will return to you my love,” cried Lano as he looked deeply in her sorrowful eyes.
Lano arrived at the tree of life and in front of the wonderfully rough bark sat a golden cup of blood. He picked up the chalice and before drinking he glanced at his home and felt peace overcome him. He drank from the chalice of blood and became nonexistence in the ultimate realm leaving Cora behind.
Lano became of a different form in a different realm. He was no longer the wounded roses in the ultimate realm but a body of energy, He could see without eyes and could talk with no mouth. He could also smell the lush emerald grass. Lano a form of higher conscious; the eyes could see in the higher realm but blinded to the eyes of the lower realm. The blissful blue sky loved his energy as he led himself to the princely ancestral castle. The castle was home to the god Orunmila the eldest son of the god Olorun ruler of the heavens. The castle looked to be deserted the only inhabitants seem to be the guards at the front gates, the royal guards were unafraid as Lano approach slowly.
“Eye am Lano from the ultimate realm; where is the God-King Orunmila?”
“He marches to the Hill of Zuna where he battles the army of Olorun,” informed the guards as they bowed in his presences showing great respect. In the bed of clouds, he saw a large and armored crow flying north. Lano followed the crow and found the God-king along with his heroic small army.
On the Hill of Zuna, the God-King waited for the army of his father. At his side were his loyal men of one hundred of the most powerful soldiers in the Heavens. Their hearts were steady as the iced wind froze the tip of their blades with the cold songs of death. The God-King Orunmila sat high on his stallion meditating with power becoming submissive to its master. The nature amongst the one hundred men wept to reveal their fate of war. Orunmila sent prowess to take comfort in the mind and hearts of his men. He knew death to be a gateway on his return to a world far from the heavens. The God-King unsheathed his blade finding content in his destiny. The ruler of the sky and creator of men rebelled against his father for power and to protect his ownership of the heavens. A crow landed in front of the majestic stallion matching his height. His wings glistened in the sun as and the crow was armor ready to fight alongside the god. Lano stalked from a distance as he watched the crow make conversation with the God-King.
“Your majesty,” greeted the crow as she bowed gracefully in his presence.
“Lana, what have your eyes seen,” asked Orunmila.
“A world of death and enslavement my king; our people live the worse of lives upon the soil drenched with blood,” explained Lana.
Orunmila gazed at the celestial and witness life form before his eyes.
“My King; it would be an honor to die here by your side for a rightful cause.” chatted Lana as she revealed the blades in her wings.
“Your loyalty will not be forgotten Lana, but Eye have a different purpose for you to pursue; fly to Mboya and ask for a passage to the lower realm; guidance will be needed my friend; eye will see you again Lana,” advised Orunmila as they prepare for battle.
“My King even through death may you reign victorious over all nations and rule with unbelievable power; you will forever be the ultimate,” said Lana as she took off in the cloudless blue sky.
She arrived a tower made of dreadful solid bones. She felt a dark and unbearable tension taint the radiant and traitorous sun that scorched her great leathery wings. The foggy atmosphere clouded the ancient tower from sight. The crow landed inside the tower and saw Lano waiting for here.
“Lana great ruler of the heavens it is eye Lano from the higher realm.”
“Eye know who you are, and eye know why you are here,” chided Lana.
“What eye ask is for the fate of all.”
“It is forbidden, from the scrolls of Orunmila the only way is the rebirth.”
“There is another way to get to the lower realm; a rebirth will take ages. There is no time,”
“The black chain is what you are here for; you climb down to death and damned war.”
“An evil greater manifested in the lower realm, the dark god Kraxius spread oblivion as we speak and now the Gods of the heavens are at war.”
“How do we finish the ultimate realm is poisoned with evil.”
Lana began to speak poetry to Lano. Her eyes became fiery and unquiet as she became possessed by an unknown entity. She spoke with a frantic and booming voice that was not her own.
A tree hangs in prophecy scattering through testimony bingeing off paradise and lucky 7s bellowing in the toxins of liquor modern day comfort lost true value truth is conscious crept into the walls of men an environment told through nights of hearing heat make contact with men its violence in the scripture this paradigm is full of wickedness quoting currency earthly gold conquered the greed and felt guilty all that splurging got hymns muted in the temples eye be trapped in the holy spirit spill my blood on the cement the hand of god coming for the trials of ancient tongue my feet burn from the image seen through hatred that soulful brother just went to the matrix observe the paraclete as it gets ready to activate the fear from the book flesh is feasting in the omega the horn blows and my eyes read a reflection in the atmosphere two kids looked at me like they knew me before eye dropped in the womb eye see beyond the sticks piercing the stone rock is spiteful but the treachery is unforgiving eye see beyond gas stations and nickels eye see the eye peeking through the white fog the sky is purple eye will not conform to the poison power feed as water eye is on the horizon and eye will not stop until my enemy is put on their knees eye is the wrath of the lord found in niggas A man told me stories of cocaine given as a gift for the slaves to eat then praised for his blackness using color to speak in mind of being exiled from divinity we created the art of black folk the balance between nature and prophecy tracing lineage back to nothingness
Silence stabbed the audible creature in her frail weakening heart. She gasped for dead air in the fumigated atmosphere. She became her normal self as the entity fled from the corrupt and sickening sight of the dead. Flesh covered the spirit of Lano. His eyes became intimate with fallen fire feasting on a deceased fate.
Lana was breathless and weak as she granted Lano permission to the black chain that fell from the heavens onto the lower realm.
“Beware for there are spirits who are hungry for striking fresh flesh and will seize your presences; know that death is your enemy, Lano.”
“Eye rebuke the demon in you hail death a passage to life.”
“Vanish from my sight,” scolded Lana.
Lano reached the black chain hanging from the neck of a small lifeless brown boy. The golden rusty chain was big like Lano large coal hands. He threw his dark naked body onto the ancient rust and down he began to climb. Evil spirits attacked his precious mind as his green fearless eyes stayed alert. Anguish whispered in his ever-acute ears and tortured his new flesh. Hatred danced with a purpose in the depths of his conquered heart. Blood smeared his dark tanned skin touching the hostile winds thanking for freedom. Lies rode mounts of peace into a lost battle tricking his intelligence. Sin forged mountains of lust in the tempted dark sky around him. He became greedy for his power from the ultimate realm to overcome this dreadful state. Death soared in the darkness, a creature with liquid brown unforgiving eyes, hogging the rotten vessel of Lano. He spoke in poetry with a voice that did not belong to him.
“Trust dead on diamonds spikes was denounced in blood the spirit spoke and saw dead bread on the brother mother nature bless thy food for the vultures full wickedness destroy the gossip reign the ears eavesdropping mind your business Sogg about cause all rapture obliterate peace Eye’ll rather go with a dagger in my enemies conquering life all a negu want is peace but eye can’t take all these negus energies eye see no negu universe full of conflict do negus even feel the melanin getting slain down feet soaked on the pavement numb neck my spirit tried to escape the flesh eye take your life and send you back to constellation eye am death let me venture to my demon and summon Agears to blow the horn of flesh and send a legion of devils my universe will annihilate you
Prophecy has been written let the sun drip blood on my enemy if you see my red eyes it’s a devil in my spirit it’s telling me to make’em rich from the dead and then live my final moments as a vile hero as eye pray to blood and pay homage to the God of Death
Death.”
A fabled mundane flying creature appeared from the shadows. It’s huge ruthless shark teeth quashed the old chain and at the same time chawed Lano’s muscularly bare arm. He shrieked in devastating torment. The beast from hell flew his black wide funeral wings over the pits of illicit, dangerous flames. He traveled with havoc crashing into the lustful mountains and sexual hungry demons. With quick thinking, the sixth star of the sun felt for the beast’s heart. He forced his hand into the porous dark flesh and yanked his heart right from the chest. The creature instantly lost life and fell into hell. Lano took the heart and drank its fresh evil cold blood and obtained power that stole his consciousness. While falling he passed into the lower realm dead in the skies of Ethopa were war paraded the land. Lifeless he fell to hell he fell.
A young attractive woman and warrior armored witnessed Lano explode deep into the hard-fiery gravel upon Ethopa. She slowly approached the crashed site with her magically flamed sword ready to curse the living. Sweat trickled down her bare and scabrous skin from the aftermath of continual bloodshed. She edged to the deep pit with killer instincts swallowed in her eyes. She clung to her blade with a deathless grip. Her silent bare brown feet moved in stealth. She tipped her head in the pits and saw Lano horrified of the quarrel atmosphere. He was breathing rapidly preparing to defend himself from the woman senseless attack upon that man fell from the heavens. He flew out of the pits and defended himself from her sudden all-out strikes. The sixth star of the sun said a curse to still her blade during the madness. She stood stiffly unable to move her tiresome body. He observed the strange vacuous atmosphere and found death in the face of the wind. Black acrid smoke from the brimstone choked his strong lungs. He turned his attention back to the women who gazed cruel like eyes wanted to send this unknown man back to where he came.
“What is your name?” asked Lano.
“Eye am Masa a Ewe and high elite Sani trained to kill even the gods-”
“Then you know what we must do and where is the rest of your legion.”
“In the afterlife, it is only two of us left. My brothers and sisters fell by the sword of the dark god.”
“The prince and eye escape its wrath at the last minute.”
Lano observed her bloody and bruise frame then turned his attention to the war land.
“Eye am Lano, the sixth star of the sun, eye have come to restore balance.”
“From the ultimate realm you fell, your majesty forgive me.”
“Save me from your titles for your blade was just at my neck.
Afar in the war land, Lano laid eyes upon the dark god. He could feel his loathsome resentment that stabbed the hearts of men. The gothic blood clouds drizzled fire to favor his purpose of pursuing damnation needing to achieve ultimate power of the world. He locked eyes with the dark entity and felt an energy unknown and felt into a trance became alive in the astral realm. Lano was close and saw an opening in the heart of treachery. His spirit returned to his body before Kraxius killed him in the astral.
“Do you have a plan? Lano.”
He snapped his fingers and released Massa from her curse.
“Eye need a robe and a weapon.”
Massa went to her stallion and pulled a quilted cunning old brown, sword-like staff, and a undergarment.
“My brothers, he was a sage before hell to life from him on the war land.
“It is an honor to carry his belongings.”
“How do we kill Kraxius?”
Lano became dazed thrusting the staff preparing to kill.
“The heart a place where the balance rest.”
“To hell eye return,” sang Massa.
The strangely lurid sky bled with evil-looking red flames torching newly damned souls fallen by the avenging dull blade of Kraxius. The boisterous and torrid winds scoured the battleground endlessly incinerating flesh from bone. A vortex of vile malicious screams shook the treacherous bed of the dead spurting molten fiery lava from the bedrock. The remorseless nuclear thunder continued its merciless wrath in the heavens of Ethopa commanding truly massive skeletons to dive from the murky space and deliver unbearable pain to the eight armies of Ethopa. The raw and jagged bones slung their crushingly powerful arms sending grim troopers flying in the flaming abyss and crashing back into their fellow comrades. Tumultuous chaos raveled in the faint hearts of the ones that clang to dying hope being tortured before their eyes. The savage beast devoured the morale of the dead warriors and torn through their blood-stained golden armor tearing their limp pitiful bodies apart to be food for their undying hunger. Cruel stinging scorpions crawled from the depth coated with heavy multi-layered silver sheath. They moved at quickening speed spitting acid from the tails. The eight armies were scattered in the parade of death. The defense was broken and many of the kings, generals, and captains lay dead leaving the eight armies fighting for survival under no leadership with a fate of doom.
The Lord of Evil stood in the noxious crimson mist of blood and fire. His stone armor covered in guiltless blood of the unfortunate deaths of men. No heart raged in the chest of Kraxius but a manifest of evil taking a human figure of horrible and continual fear seeking to annihilate anyone that stood in his path pursuing his destiny of darkness. His glare was intense as he watched the bloodbath take place before him. His powerful and skilled hands kept the volcanic dust from crashing into his fiery dark eyes. His demonic laugh hurled into the tense atmosphere echoing in the trenches of the battle land. The father of sin voice was viciously calm as he spoke through the havoc of war.
“Eye am free from the chains of darkness; my light will truly shine becoming god inside of men. Freedom better than the taste of death. Eye am all that eye am no more shall eye suffer in the cages of the bottomless pit. Eye to want to feast at the table of the king and share a cup of rum with the gods, Curse to be a tool of evil a plague destroying my spirit. Eye to have a heart that will kill for peace.”
“There is no reign for you here; Kraxius dark god.”
“Lano eye have been waiting for you, old friend.”
“What have you become do you know what you have done.”
“This world eye am free, and eye will have stayed and embrace the evil eye cast into the world.”
“Eye shall send you back to the abyss where you belong.”
“The no men shall send me back to the depths of hell.”
“You are hell and eye am no man nor god. Eye am Lano sixth star of the sun.”
Kraxius commanded dead plants to slay the righteous and sacrifice the innocent. He threw the lava-like sun into the ocean to burn mother nature’s love for men. He poisoned the fruit of all knowledge and placed disease in the crops. The dark god crucified children to save his fate. he felt no disgraced raping pure women to hold his seed and never die. He stole organs for the people of maintaining his human existence.
Lano focused on the beauty of life and the miracles of Ethopa. He watered plants to blossom and write scrolls claiming alliance with the sun. The sixth star of the sun raised the crucified and blessed their essence with everlasting life. He ate all the bane fruit and ordered disease to take comfort in his flesh. He loved the seed of his enemy and placed hope diminishing Kraxius dreary desolate deed. He gave away all his organs to those that was missing one.
“Massa attack now,” shouted Lano.
She bolted at solar speed placing her sword of flames in the heart of Kraxius. He grabbed her by the throat and smile.
“Revelation,” whispered Kraxius.
A dark light came from his barbed mouth and lumbered to inside Massa’s mouth making its way to her belly.
Kraxius became stone as Lano freed Massa from his grip.
The war land became silent as the nuclear thunder came to an end. The battleground wrecked with dead; only a few survive the brimstone and fire. The sky bled with a night blue and the darkness gave light to the stars. The eight moons shined hope into the remaining women and men. Lano watched the balance restore love in the ultimate realm. He spoke poetry to his friend million miles away.
“Eye worship the devotion engraved amongst the metu-neter when the sun sings and rejoice upon your skin
Amorousness rays produce your fruit to all manifestation grown from the spirit world
Flower girl in you lives the sacred heart of the moon and those who believe in you
Eye believe in you
You are the promise of a star with a smile holding an ability to water prosperous lands flourishing faith the one who gazes at the sky to look upon your sacred beauty
Eye will bring asperity to those who oppose you but you forgive the thunder in the clouds and the malice forged in the ground
Flower Deity no word in the universe can describe the power of your affection
Tainting the constellation with greatness
Flower girl who is worthy of your love?
You are the pearls of joy bellowing on the cheek of a smile Eye have seen heaven in the pattern of your presents
Flower girl you make me want to live again and for that
Eye love you”
The first moon rose over the village of Junia in the Ewe Kingdom as their conscious awoke them from a deep sleep. The morning was quiet and still. The critters of the ground crept back to the cold shadows with intentions not to be seen and slain by the humans of the village. The village of Junia was a beauty under the sky of Ethopa and provided rich land to farm and cultivate crops. In the village of Junia lived a warrior by the name of Olorun. His keenness and ambition kept the village thriving with trade and wealth. Olorun brave warrior of the Junia loved the people in his village and most of all his heart Massa. The Ewe warrior woke with the urge to kiss his love as she laid beside him waking up for the day.
“My world this day Osun bless me to see your beauty that commanded darkness to become a revelation in my bones,” expressed Olorun as he kissed her delicate lips.
“Blessed you are my love a curse in my heart,” she pulled the Ewe warrior close to embrace his touch that became fiery passion, “Make love to me under the first moon and feel my love that will kill for you, “purred Massa as she caressed his torso and gazed deep into his eyes.
“May I give you all of me and the whole village will know we are one like the darkness-loving the stars in the twilight,” expressed Olorun as he brushed her soft kinky hair behind her ear.
They made love under the first moon and as love sprouted from the womb of Massa the orchids sang a joyous song as they blossomed. The river vibrated with peace and became still as glamour marveled its reflection. The wind moved commanding adoration to gleam in the sky. Peace whispered to the trees and spoke of life is a miraculous creation. Amrita bestowed grace upon the Ewe warrior as her expressions of pleasure promised everlasting life. Massa became a surge of intimate energy finding solace in the moonlight and in the robust arms of her love. Her eyes twinkled with compassion seeing pureness in the form of nothing. Her legs flustered as her rose became food for her love. She embraced the harmony of her king producing enchanting fruit to satisfy his taste. She directed choir with her sensations beginning to sprout within holy walls.
“Oh... Olorun,” swooned Massa as she dug her razor like nails in the pit of his skin scratching to the sensations of his thrust.
He bled her neck with love kisses and trailed his stout lips feeding on her plush breast. Waters became infinite from the opening of her clitoris. She embraced the sun and loved her king respecting power and its domain.
Her belly became with child under the first moon a chosen hope for the people of Junia. The God-King loved his lavished wife, but his time became short in the lower realm and in the heavens, he returned.
