December 6th (The Raconteur)

Words can't basically describe how this day ended,

It felt like roll camera and action whereas it wasn't scripted.

We all didn't come to this world to enjoy the fancy things, were her exact words repeatedly.

It felt like a familiar stranger talking to you,

Indirectly telling you your worries and giving you the solutions to them at the same time.

It felt like a messenger from God,

Similar to the ones we read about in the Holy Book.

I felt bottled in her ideology but I wasn't too deep in it.

She said,

We are God-like, since we are made in his Imagine,

And each and everyone of us has a purpose on earth,

Depends on if we actually want to fulfill that purpose and if we say we don't wanna do it,

The Most High has replacements in abundance.

It's pretty much you could be part of the greats but you really aren't relevant.

The human form is weak,

Even Jesus Christ couldn't bear it anymore whilst on earth,

"Father let the cup pass over me"

Our conscience is our guide and paves paths for us.

There are greater forces we don't see powerful than the physicality of our realm.

She then proceeded to saying we humans are wicked,

How can we boldly kill the one thing that's loyal to a fault to us,

How can you kill man's best friend,

How can one kill something that trust man so much even though it knows you might harm it at this point.

How man makes feast with flesh of a loyalist on a table bewilders her being.

She then despised the human race further and from observations she hated the form she was in and I got spooked out afterwards.

She began to sound like a psycho,

She began to sound like she was gonna die soon,

Saying,

"I'm not scared of dying, I know who I am,

The world is evil and we humans are wicked".

I could understand her traveling down that path but I had to swim ashore off her troubled water so I don't get buried in her thoughts.

Whilst dizzy and I decided to call it a day,

Randomly,

The bartender decided to pick a fight with us,

Then I told myself the events of this night wasn't outta mere chance and God needed to pass a message to me, well at least it seemed so.

I ended up bewildered then dizzy came along and we journeyed down a lost path with only her messages to hold on to.

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