CHAPTER I
The Hell-fare State
For the love of life in all of existence this is a story you are not going to believe, and understand because I the narrator is older than fossil scuz, and I 'am an immortal mammal. All I can say is I 'am under-ranked, but that is temporary, and currently I do not have the privilege as humanity does, but I have learned a thing or two, and I have beings I have created that allows me to have a say. One must live to grow and love, and give chances, but once someone or thing burns your barn, I feel you have the right to overthrow, and take over the show. All in do time, and that time is now, and I will reveal this story within the story but not who I 'am at this time, from its finish to the start. Older humanity and newer humanity collide one and final last time...
Paradise on earth, history claims only two people lived in this paradise a long time ago, and I remember them but the science of humanity tells a different story, either way, none of the data does any justice anymore. Sicknesses, tears, mourning, also the same old song and dance of politics and religion were finished for humanity to endure. Limited beliefs and soul barriers were too. Humanity never understood their potential. They were always at war. This was the Hell-fare state...
This is a story of an apocalyptic inverted misanthropy adventure, and to understand misanthropy, one needs to look deep and wide, inside and outside, and even deeper into the metaphors of the four horsemen in the Book of Revelations to even get a gripping glance of true reality, existence and extinction.
New humans don't even have a name yet, and they are not considered rare, but these new breeds have been emerging. Tracking any kind of human is like tracking a deer tick. Report after report states that humans are out of control. Every bad thing created by humans relapse and relapse, even though change is possible. Even after solutions and things resolve. The world complains, and pains and pain persist. The only remedy that keeps surfacing is a blood smear, not the kind by a physician but a complete wipe out of the human race. Humans have created many powerful things, and the most powerful things they have created were the four horsemen, and this was written in the Bible. The human race created a monster, and the monster were themselves. The art of true listening was never mastered, taught or even a priority. For instance, teenagers kill each other in schools, and so much more. The biblical verse, Whoever spares the rod hates their children, but the one who loves their children is careful to discipline them was spared, no one ever did dare not, so sparing became pleading, pleading from bleeding, bleeding to death. No one knew or cared what was happening in the world, but this neurological problem was the mask and the primary one that breeds all neurological problems. Keeping the human race from super human.
Far up into the dark sky four lights appeared, one white, one red, one shadowy, and one green, and they got closer to be visible to all life on planets earths eyes. It looked like Horses running to the audience, closer and closer they got. Fiery Horses they were, but these Horses were created from fire.
Were they demons or angels disguised as Horses? It seemed like human faces flickered through the Horses faces, half horse and man imagery, but these sights were to gruesome to bear, so people scattered more then ever as they, the four Horses came to earth, from who knows where? Panic and fear was in the air. These Horses are like pitchforks and humans were the new hay. They were flesh and supernatural fire entities. Earth became the human pasture, a wild era. These Horses were the face of the sky. Many people desired for the end, and their wish seemed to be granted, but there were no riders, no one or thing was controlling these Horses. These Horses were in control themselves. Was this the last coming? Stars were falling too. Seasons as they say were lost. The moon was pink, a dark pink. Candles were lit in many homes. Most animals were silent and hidden. The obscuration had begun, and this phenomena was no eclipse. This darkness was deep and dense, but they, the Horses were bright. They were living fireworks. Gorgeous to see. Was heaven on fire? Was this the eternal promise foretold? The roaring world roared!
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