The Coming of Ahriman

In plain sight, a bouquet of fresh flora intended to forestall the dystopian vision of the future and bountiful fruits to fuel expressions deep into the core of my cells. I will conceivably offer a golden apple to the one who masquerades as the light-bringer. After the false wisdom-purveyor guzzles his unmodified produce, I will ask him to disappear from my sight and to never return. I plan on guarding my individuality by making him history because just as he is independent so am I and I will fight until my last breath. As he peevishly attempts to overthrow God’s plan for the universe, I’ll laugh and carry on with my holy flow for my human endeavor and that of my children.

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