Last God

by Thema Matlou
It is finished," words that where said from the last God that came, but how can we all be when the enemy is still alive?
The year is 300, day 613, we never had months, and time was defined by where the sun was and every 1000 days was a full year and who came to save us had long went and the day changed and became dark and I remember when their was night which had the moon and the stars that reminded us about the Son that came to save us from the darkness.
Today we live in a world where one thought, lighting up the world using the light of the people which was called iluminati. The way it worked was different from the Gods power, we used ourselves to light up others, by using a talent. so many talents that people had and so many people worshiped what they could do, dance, sing, magicians and once we had Presidents that where in control of this nation and many years we listened, many years we watched, not a day have we thought about the Son that originally lit up this world, lost to these ways, but the ways of this world had no soul.
The longest war that lasted since the first world war, I have found a way to write these things inside these prison of the lost, separated from our soul as the gods had deceived the living truth by giving us what we thought we wanted, was not close to what was really needed. What we eat was not fresh from birth but made, reason their are vegetarians, if you could live the days when sexuality had a meaning in terms of love, but today the same sex are able to produce, and babies are no different from the old, my question, who is teaching the young to live like the old and size when friends are who they listen too?
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