MANIAC'S MIRROR - antim abhay (best large ereader TXT) 📗
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I disappeared from where I was to back in time when everything started, the day I felt the essence of Alyonushka the first time, but before it I went to a place where whatever I wished happened and nobody knew me there. I was sent back where I belonged on the same day but different time. I think someone killed me in the past but succeeded only for a short time. The day I first teleported without my own effort, whatever I wished would started appearing by itself. I can take form of any sentient being that I know. At each level I had to find my God and then please him or destroy him or whatever I needed to do to save myself as well as the universe, as I reached the end of a stage my master came and taught me survival in the land of Kilkanuks and in the end I had to please the master of Kilkanuks. This master seemed weird or mad but it was a disguise. In the pre final stage all the Kilkanuks assembled together and asked for only one thing the times I failed they annihilated one of my worlds. Somehow I managed to kill them all then I became 'time'. My powers were gone and I stayed in original self my mind only did the work and I wasn’t aware of my body. Before the final stage all the other stages came again and again randomly I first identified it and then acted accordingly. When I found my old and lost things back I realized I was switching between stages. Then one day I found that the master I chose as I told you earlier and the Kilkanuks I faced all were dummies as soon as I realized this I became one like the masters of the unknown powers.
Somebody somewhere has killed me in the past you can’t even imagine the resplendent universes I have been into (the inhabitants of the planets were same, those I’ve known), this universe in which I’m trapped is nothing compared to them I only hope to meet those times again. The master gives one world to all. It doesn’t matter how one comes by the truth so long as one grasps it and lives by it.
It's time to wield the blade
For now you have got some company
The beast is drawing nearer
On the metal wheels he ride
He has come to take your lives
On through the dead of night
With Ivanushka ride
Or choose your fate and die
You have been dying since the day
You were born
You know it has all been planned
The quartet of deliverance rides
A sinner once a sinner twice
No need for confession now
Cause now you have got the fight of your life
Time
Has taken its toll on you
The lines that crack your face
Famine
Your body it has torn through
Withered in every place
Pestilence
For what you have had to endure
And what you have put others through
Death
Deliverance for you for sure
There is nothing you can do
So gather round young warriors now
And saddle up your steeds
Killing scores with demon swords
Now is the death of doers of wrong
Swing the judgment hammer down
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
Last message of Ivanushka:
Half of them think I’m biggest, half think I’m smallest. The machine is being made and then destroyed, got to break this cycle I have to reach a conclusion. I am sending the cheaters to the Toolshed. I am cutting the chord now like Alyonushka. I could not possibly know where it would lead, but I knew it had to be done.
Arizel wanted sacrifice the bond is tainted now but sometimes I kill the lion and moreso this darkness is shrouding madness. I wake up, but I can’t sleep. The frequency of the attack is getting more than the blink of an eye when the demolition of the oblivion starts, and when I’m in the temple of the machine23.0, I am trying to catch the shadow of the deity of the oblivious treasure, each time I manage to see it, I get more time to live. I am in this temple by Arizel’s wish to build the contraption that will take the controls of the machines from Rakhtavar, the temple gives knowledge and gifts but I am waiting.
When a man lies
He murders some part of the world
These are the pale deaths
Which men miscall their lives
All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
Cannot the kingdom of Salvation take me home?
āakāśhvāni:
An archangel in bondage
Bedimmed and sold
Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past
Cast her dispersions on life's brittle glass
And though her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
Divinity and Lust are forever forbidden to meet
But he swore that they would
Before the veil could part their embrace
Her cold silent lips he kissed
And promised his religion in flames
Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
He is convened by words
To avenge her
And surrender
His soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds
Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder her decree
To clear the world of their disease
A gallant queen
In sunshine and in shadow
Had journeyed long
Singing a song
In search of freedom
But she grew old
This queen so bold
An o’er her heart a shadow fell,
As she found
No spot of ground
That was not enchained
And as her strength failed her at length
She met a pilgrim shadow
‘Shadow’ said she ‘where can it be, the land which is free?’
‘Over the mountains of the moon
Down the valley of shadow,
Ride boldly ride’
The shade replied ‘if you seek for El Dorado’
Alyonushkas:
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Your shadow is taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
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