My Writings

He Is Smiling

Do as you will. Great conqueror, success is permanent, so are victory and wealth – a fragile dream, like an egg. No other point exists, but the zenith – a laughable delusion. Walk on eggshells, not to wake the giant, of your own making.

Too late. Cannot go back, even for a moment. Certain recoil, everything has a price. Pay in time, pay in blood, pay in gold. Seek excuses – goods in short supply. Some sound better, to a man. Not to Him.

Moved like a pawn by weakness, you cannot say, I was played. Like a fiddle.

Walk away in disgust, from yourself. It is time.

First steps are half the road.

And He is smiling.


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