Unconditional race, the mankind dies in it’s sleep. The morning wine went up soar. The evening gist lacks confidence. The late night talks with Mom, especially stories from Grandpa. Oh! Things are falling but not apart. Things has fallen Yakata…

We can’t go hunting, we’re scared of the bush because in self insolation we scream. We can’t merry as we do, not because the Palmwine is sweet, or the faces are nice, but for the single purpose of not feeling alone and bored.

It was a young fine dream of everybody or anybody can make it. The atmosphere was conducive. Dreams are sun and rain and we are willing to take the risks. Now, we can’t dream of that, because; the mind is poisoned, the body is frienghted and the spirit is wary. Like a lost sheep scorching under the sun, like a wild Dog, drenching under the rain, like a rat without a home. We lost our soul wandering in the desert. We lost our freedom and we freeze our kingdom. its an awaken call to Armageddon.

But we want to resist it. For its time to be anything, is it still possible? Nobody is done yet. We are humans with dominance, maybe we forget too much of the sons and daughters of who we are!

We are gifted, born with stubbornness. We are unique, that can’t stop us from a bank queue. We are re-creators, from a Father who forms with a breath. We are specie more higher and knowledgable both instinctively and exposedly. We are both builders and destroyers. We are good and bad. Innocent and guilty and, we know we have more qualities, so you can’t qualify us.

Before it ends, the beginning is glaringly surprisingly for sunrise to set a pace and lead a way. Unfortunately, we love what we hate. We call it modern world, we call it civilization, we call it the human race, we call it advancement and development. We gave it names; these names were warm and welcoming, not untill we started ending: morality, standards, uprightness, dignity and intergrity and so on with self justifications. With what it’s obtainable or attainable. We copied the outside world that’s never our world, and we fail to learn a Kobo lessons why we suffer for our unprecedented predicaments. Some say it’s the antecedents and there is an antidote for it.

I was young then, I couldn’t understand the maths. The science too was failing me. I wasn’t fantastic. I wasn’t a genuis or eloquent enough to arouse my fears. But I was willing to take a step and learn one or two and be satisfied. I was, really wanted to learn things but slowly. I wasn’t jealous the other person knows it better than I do. I wasn’t fretful or charming. Is me with little or no difference. All I wanted was a life, to survive and be human. But no, they pushed me, forced my dreams. Naked and baked me. I became all I never wanted, scaring and ugly. I became mean without a purpose. And had no friends because I couldn’t trust one. My life ended before it even started.

After all these, the world changed. Now, I needed all the things I hated, the very things I was made to reject. All the good things we depised unwilling. Because we have a giant spider, who carrys his webs without fear. Normally, he stays indoor, on walls that’s dirts and rough. Now, the spider is among us, facelessly.

The spider is us, we brought it out well-improved to harm us. Someone did that. Not me but the next guy who want something, money maybe, but fame I bet you. If not that, but something. Who frame me to buy time and escape crime, at the expense of multiple deaths, who cares?

The game is the game; the rich men plays these games. Do me I do you. Someone else too is planning to avenge him or the world and after was, blame it on the devil, pride or ignorance at same expense of human’s life after multiple deaths. No justifications, nothing, the world moves-on for a crime they committed. We aren’t really humans, aliens or heroes. We are
Villians, Vampires and jokers whose intentions are never good. We are, who we are. Faceless demons. Humans I mean. But this will teach us that before it ends we had a chance.