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It was all his doing . He in his mindless anger to destroy the innocence of simple creations contaminated them . Their desire for wisdom made them commit crimes that would affect everything around them . The ‘wisdom’ led to the destruction of their innocence , giving birth to sin . His daughter .

I rolled onto my back thinking how time had evolved us . What was then being done in search of wisdom had now become a necessary evil , in order to feel alive . I looked up at her contorted face . The shame was still there but her need to feel that she existed made her oblivious to it .

It was those repetitive thrusts that made her feel significant .

Made her feel alive .

That guttural moan masking her anguish and that one single moment of release made her banal self feel like her existence had some meaning to it .

It was over now .

Each of us had completed our end of the obligation . We now searched for ways to cover up our vulnerability . We were wiser now .

It now came back to me .They came back to me . What seemed like mindless incessant ranting then now made sense . They now stood over me gloating at my comprehension .

We had often wondered what had broken them , that they had to suffice with creating smaller more twisted versions of themselves . Instilling them with dreams they would never be able to achieve and so left to stagnate in a pool of their broken dreams and dreams that ‘we’ would kill in order to kill our selves .

It came to us as ‘we’ heard the ghosts of our past engaging in a twisted series of reconciliatory love . The only way ‘they’ could feel alive , but the silence emanating from their frustrated acts of love were violent and caused by fear much like our own . The fear though was not of being understood , for they had not intended it in the first place, but the fear of being left alone with their insipid dreams .

For them each day was the same , the failure was different and the curses new . Each day ended in a hopeless exchange of abuse , all leading to the culmination of souls in short sharp thrusts instilling their insidious seed into a pit where they would breed a soul in a pool of their twisted thoughts and insidious dreams .

They never wondered that maybe , they were not right for each other . That maybe together this was the best their life was to get . Later on they would just become shadows of themselves , they were to become plastics that would hide behind a mould of perfection while they sobbed in the dark .

Listless , helpless and alone .

Their one act of indiscrepancy would change the way their world would be . It would close all doors and block all escapes . It was to be called their love child .

‘We’ were to be the result of their indiscrepant act . ‘We’ were to be their progeny . ‘We’ were to grow up with the same insipid dreams they hid behind longing only that one thing . ‘FREEDOM’.

It was the solution to everything . Our silver lining . Our escape .

Never realizing that running would only increase the hate we felt for ourselves . A hate that was so deeply imbibed into our consciousness that it was us .

‘We’ were to become a destructive force not just inflicting pain on ourselves but through our actions destroying innocence in everyone we saw and met . Making the new insignificant and the past so heroic that even if we wanted to we could not leave . Being progenated by a ghost seed we had delved so deep into the greyer shades of our existence that the past though imaginatory was also the best our life was to get .

There was no escape .

For our dedication to silence gave way to irreparable yet mute violence , violence that was silenced by their ideas of love and unleashed in us by their pangs of lust .  

 

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