The Outcome Terminal

The day was one that would start out as any other day. During the summer, the sunshine would be its brightest and the day would be hot but not too hot.

The wind would be blowing either east to west or west to east and sometimes the breezes blown would be strong but not too strong.

The whispers of the voices that were part of the scheme of things would make it seem as though you were hearing voices like the imaginary ones that you imagined you heard in your head. Way down deep you knew that they never existed.

The mind games played by all were no less useful as you start to punch, throwing fist out like a blind boxer only hitting air. You are more drunk from the drugs that you ingested and the frame of mind you are in just pisses you off more. You give less believing you will receive more.

The skull and the bones along with the spinal cord and spinal column are fused together to make it easier for the puppet master to control you, in your mind, in your thoughts, and in your actions. You are no longer able to move forward freely. It only seems you are while you dream, and the puppet master controls those also.

The reality seems unreal. The fight you want to win against that which you can't see is hopeless and you will never admit you are still where you were only 3 weeks before.

The "holiday' that you worship with you very being, more costume and less human, makes you less attractive and more allowing you to "come-out" as you dress like you always wanted to in your mommy's clothes, being able to exit the closet that hid your true identity. You are neither one nor the other. You will not admit you were only here for the buffet and it was made up of all the things you detest or hate the most.

You figure the more medications that are prescribed you for all the imaginary things you believe you have or are getting ready to have, are more brought on by the hypnotic state of mind that is fog and dead brain cells morphed together to make you less of a creative person and more of a mind control zombie. The Zombie will fit well at the after-party festivities. You might even win first prize

You are willing to sign your soul away for a few magic beans, signing your name in blood that was removed from your slit wrists. The left or right one will do perfectly and will be enough to cover the paper for this will be your final deed done dirt cheap and once done you will never be you, much less be anything that resembles you.

A shell of a person that most used to know and most may have forgotten, living in the deep, dark shadows of those that proceeded you first. The ones who were fools and idiots that were tricked into accepting the treats that they were willing to devour, filled with lies and deceit, poisonous and without any remorse spoon fed you endlessly.

The years have been a watchful role model and have glanced at your work while you strive to become known. But the truth is that you were not aware that the puppet master was copying your work and passing it off as their own. The changing of who you are or who you thought you were, with a false identity and a lying reproduction of someone or something that you were never meant to be.

You went from an innocent to a follower of evil leaders, and the generals under the puppet master, were not willing to let you go once you were paid in full. You then became indebted to the one who had fallen and only wants you to believe you can worship the puppet master, and they will give you anything because they love you.

The truth is they do not love you and they never will. Your undying will to be a part of this foolishness and ignorance will leave you very lonely and longing for something more than you will actually get.

The time will come when you have to realize what you are sacrificing and giving up for a one-night dance with the devil. To honor such as they are, is to give them full reverence and devotion. Which will leave you wanting more that may or may not happen. You will notice the consequences and by the time you are awakened to your stupidity, it will be long over and too little too late. Damnation will be your future everything and you will wish for to wake up and never will.

Then the truth will be presented to you, on a burning ember of wood, one that never burns up. One that is eternally heated and will show you that which you gave up having your wishes granted.

"Does having it all now, matter more to you than where you will be after you die?" "Do you feel the need to be more foolish in this life, here on earth, now, than looking forward to what will happen if you only wait patiently for what the future will bring you?"

It is up to you on how well you live your life, the choices you make, the mistakes you make, and the lessons learned from those mistakes made. The time spent in doing better at being a better person and not trying to keep up with others who may be leading you down a wide path of destruction and chaos.

Living in this moment the right way cannot be as bad as most would either have you believe or try to convince you to believe. They that speak lies are like the blind leading the blind. No one can see unless one has their eyes wide open.

"Why does the earthly materialistic things matter more than your soul being eternally burning?"