Digital art by @xpilar

A sign of outcry

As a sign of outcry, I'm stepping out of the Pandora's box that prevents everyone from protecting themselves. We all carry evils capable of destroying ourselves and the world if we are allowed. A shadow of terror says that I will cause a catastrophe because of my lack of control, I cannot trace a discriminatory heavenly path in this place of my mind, because I do not even have a mind and that inability will destroy me in the long run.

Right now, I am infecting everything around me with my breath. A blue mist that is spreading throughout the universe is this new form that I have taken.

I scatter, looking for what to attack and I see how the drops of water bring life and death, that vital cycle that has benefited those who have done the worst, the renegades who have destroyed the best of Creation, the favorites of the Kingdom who only generate pollution.

I am a plague that grows and contaminates everything it reaches. Life receives me and expands; however, this world has a very cruel sickle, a narrow and curved blade, with a very sharp edge, with teeth that cut the concave part that digs, scratching maliciously in the dark, seeking to extract me from the root and return me to the box from which I escaped.

My virions are conquering space, my progeny expelling the viral genome into within every the cellular cytoplasm for free expression. There will be no forgiveness or absolution for the elders; the just and the sinners will pay for the bad step taken against nature. Only children will inherit the Earth: new thoughts, new actions. Everything will be reinvented from a balance of opportunities.

I can't stop for concentrate. Somehow, I'm saturating my own load of simple amalgam. At a bend the sidereal path, I stop and expire. But in others, I don't resist and make turns that make no sense, that doesn't let me stop even if I want to. "Divide and rule", that's the motto, to this case. But, sadly, I discover that I no longer want this war that already has a life of its own and becomes more powerful as the days go by, because violence brings more violence and the consequences only bring casualties, not consciousness.

So I see how my outcry strategy got out of control and turns against me because even though I have no emotions, I feel the damage done and I take it back, but the evil spilled out like a shoreless sea.

Crystal pieces, coming out of the teardrop of the spirit of the Universe, cut the blue mist, letting us see the infinite darkness that shines in every being. There is no light without shadow and the acceptance of this fact will bring reconciliation in the fractal of life.

@zeleiracordero

23/03/2020

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