Like pouring rain, this heavy scene weighs on me

It occurs uncontrollably, and endless questions pour out of me

Where do I awaken? Where do I find myself?

Is this another time? Have I transcended space?

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The nails so black, and the face matching the feeling

Standing two steps away, yet miles away in her thoughts

She asks for my name, and asks again to be sure

As if my name is unheard of – it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I’m similarly unheard of

I am the King of Kings, the ruler of the land, the protector of the people

But who am I? And where am I? And why has all this happened?

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She invites me into her contraption

A silver coated pear shaped box – OH and it moves!

I feel sick, this movement has taken the better of me

Is she meaning to do this? Is this part of some diabolical plan to bring the King to his knees?

Prevailing I will stand against it, take me where you wish to take me

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There is sadness and agony, happiness and joy

How can two start contrasts come together? Oil and water don’t mix

The man holding his wife’s hand, such pleasure he takes in doing so

Is that not what all men fight for? Love for family, Love for a woman, Love for a country

….. Love! *sigh* I have never tasted it, we knew not of love in my day, only strength, honor, and victory

———–

She tells me that the agony I see cannot compare

A thousand’s thousand die every turn of the 4 seasons of a disease that is preventable

And yet, they make little or no effort to help. By the power of Zeus, only a preventive net would be the line between a life lived, or a life needlessly lost

I would have never allowed for such a thing, not to our people, not to my people.

———–

I hear of the abolition of slavery, the free roam the lands

Singing songs of freedom, songs of joy, songs that will somehow relieve the pain, and relinquish the agony

In my day, slaves were necessary. Necessity, though, is never a good enough reason

People must have their rights, as human beings, to act in whichever way they wish – so long as it doesn’t harm or come in the way of others.

The idealistic talk never gets old, not for an old man

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The world connects, an intertwined mesh of collaboration

Cultures come together in a melting pot of diversity

Holding hands march forward in the pursuit of happiness

For a common cause they stand ground

For a principle they sacrifice

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In this place, people say what they wish, they are not punished for slander

Freedom of speech they call it. A noble freedom it is, but with potential downfalls – much like any freedom

She tells me the mantra people believe in is “the people’s right to know”

The people should know, transparency brings with it trust, and trust brings nothing less than cooperation

———–

We pass by a ceremony, filled with happiness and sheer pleasure

Two people coming together, to become one

To create a union – hard to break, and yet harder to maintain

The venue is odd, a House of God, worshiping the holy trinity.

“People still believe in Gods, in Zeus, in Poseidon, in Hades?” I ask

“Many do, if not the same” she quickly replies

———–

Again i wonder where i find myself?

What has brought me here? Are the Gods testing the restraint of an old man?

Or are they questioning the resolve of a King

My journey continues, along the path I stroll, to unfounded phenomenons, to irregular patterns.. It continues