Inter-Dimension Stellar Mind Games

            I have seen eternity for I am eternal in a world that never ages. A picture perfect reel projected through my minds eye depicting a peaceful summer day. First came a beautiful blue sky with cotton clouds gliding away. Doves descended onto a neighborhood ideal for modern times. An interracial community thriving as a whole. White picked fences and bright green grass connected to bulky two story houses, perfect in every way. Everyone were off to start their day joyfully and full of life. Each greeting one another as they crossed paths.
            They all have a purpose, a reason to live. Some are doctors, teachers, law enforcement. Some bake white others organize. No one is better than the other. They all valued ones choice to provide in this world. Somehow, I began to question where I stood among these perfect beings. That’s when my focus went to a couple staring out into the horizon. They smiled as if they had just achieve a milestone. Everyone around them kept busy while they just stood motionless.
            My thoughts scramble for a split second and another movie reel flashed into my minds eye. A movie trailer intensified as havoc reached its climax. A hero stood before its antagonist in victory. A long battle for control came to an end with both parties coming to an agreement. I tried making sense of what the plots message was trying to portray but my mind was not for me to decipher. As much as I tried, I was not under management of my own accord. Though my eyes could see, my body was no where to he seen.
            I must be dreaming, a thought in the farthest region of my mind whispered. Then, another projection blinded my minds eye. I could feel my body but I could not see it. Goosebumps shot the hairs on my arms straight up as hope slipped away. I now found myself alone in a tower, fear looming at every corner. Somehow, a window to the outside revealed a desolate world. This is a future any civilization faces. Everything ends.
            But those where not my thoughts. Someone or something is projecting those kind of ideas into my head. Then, like before, another reel came into focus. I sat in my bed and looked around. Everything was back to normal. The world kept moving forward. People kept bringing more people into the world. The mailman ran their route. School buses stopped at their usual destination. What a weird dream, I thought.
            As usual, I went about my ordinary life already forgetting those unusual series of events when suddenly I noticed something was off. My parents were nowhere to be found. I went outside thinking they’d be talking to the neighbors but even they were missing. Looking around, I began to notice no one was near. Cars ran on their own. Birds chirped in the air but there were no birds. Dogs barked in the distance yet there were no dogs. I could hear people but I could not see them. I must be dreaming, I must!
            My heart raced as my mind panicked to find some reasoning. “What is going on!” I screamed towards the sky. My parents called to me concerned but I could not see them. They reached out to comfort me but I could not see them. I ran to the streets hearing the neighbors, feeling their worried stares but no one was around. I felt surrounded by absolutely no one. Then, it happened again.
            As another reel projected into my minds eye I noticed something else. A bug-eyed creature with slender gray hands sat before me but in an instant it was gone. My minds eye painted a different scenario where everything made sense again. Snow pranced as it fell from the sky. Laughter set the tone as my eyes adjusted to a winter wonderland I long had forgotten. Memories of a time when the world was innocent and free brought me comfort, peace. Everything was perfect except those memories were not my own.
            I blinked and everything changed. I was on an island celebrating with people I know but couldn’t remember. The sun stood in the sky with picture perfect clouds changing forms at every will. I blinked again and was transported to another place in another time. My mind was burning from all the information reeling through my thoughts. Someone spoke in my ear but I could not put a face to whoever voiced my subconscious.
            I must be dreaming, the real me spoke. My own thoughts infused from outside sources were clouded but logic rationalized with my confusion. I kept my eyes closed until I could find sense from my dream-like trance. The voices echoed outside my head. They scattered all around but they didn’t make sense. They were blabbering as if they were telling me serious things. They all sounded the same, so I could not tell how many there were but they were closer than I thought.
            Then, silence. An aroma of fresh green grass swept past me as clean air rushed throughout. The sun felt warm. As I opened my eyes, a pale man in a black suit sat before me. We were on a field, sitting on chairs with a table between us. I tried standing but somehow I was glued stiff. Restraints kept me from raising my hands and legs. I couldn’t even move my head. The man before me had no expression whatsoever. No eyebrows or lashes. He was bald with no color in his eyes. The pale man said nothing. He simply watched me, examining me.
            Moments later the pale man took a series of paper and spread them across the table. He precisely set them down one by one, taking his time with each one. As he set the last piece of paper he began, “You may be wondering what we are doing here.” His tone was stale and lifeless. There were no range to his words, almost robotic. “I bet you have millions of questions racing through your mind. For now, I would like you to analyze what I have set before you.” He gestured the series of papers scattered on the table.
            “Really look at them,” he glanced at the papers then at me. “Which stands out the most? Out of all of them, which calls to you the most.” He examined my reaction, expecting me to understand what they all meant. “There are no right or wrong answer child. Just trust your intuition and tell me what you see.” I observed each and every paper he laid out on the table. I studied every one of them then I studied him.
            I could see him clearly by the bright sunlight beaming down at us. The vibrant green fields and the patches of perfect white clouds seamlessly moving among the wide blue sky seemed unrealistic, just like him. He did not blink nor moved a muscle. He simply stared at me while I stared at him. His skin looked plastic with no rough edges. “My existence is not in question,” the pale man spoke. “You need not worry who I am for the better question is who are you.” He joined his hands on the table and waited patiently. His eyes read my mind.
            “For what?” I answered. “Who am I to you for you to have any interest in me?”
            “Interesting.” The man replied.
            “You are not real.” I proclaimed. “All of this is a dream. I am going to close my eyes and when I open them you will be gone.” I did as I said and when I opened my eyes he remain where he was, is. The pale man seemed impressed, despite him having no expression in his face. I proceeded to close my eyes and open them again expecting for him to not be there. I tried as much as I could but nothing changed. I remained stiff on the chair by the fields.
            “Bold of you to express your opinions of me but that was unnecessary.” The pale man commented. “I am aware of your suspicion of me the minute you found yourself here. I am aware of many things about you child. Even the things you think you keep locked deep inside your subconscious mind. You cannot hide anything from me, know that well. I don’t have to read your mind because your eyes tell me everything. Especially when they are closed.”
            “Then you don’t need me to answer the previous questions you asked earlier.” I said, trying to figure out a way to wake up.
            “You may think you can clever your way out but I assure you the only way you will wake up is if I allow you to.” He was testing me, in my own head. “Its only a simple question really. I don’t know why you humans complicate things. Just answer my question and you will never hear from me again. That I promise you. No, I guarantee it.” He paused, “You have my word.” He sat back and waited for my next move.
            There is no point in me trying to lie my way out of his puzzle if he can read my mind. Answering his riddle might set me on a trap. This dream was becoming a nightmare again. I looked at the papers scattered on the table. Still, I did not get it. What do they mean? What are they trying to tell me? I focused on one then the other, deciphering their meaning but I could not reach a conclusion.
            They mean nothing to me. None called to me or stood out from the rest. Is he trying to confuse me or am I simply complicating things? Again, I examined each paper one by one trying to figure out what they meant. I cleared my head took a deep breath and looked at the papers again. “You must have confused me with someone else.” I answered after a long pause. None of the papers spoke to me or stood out or whatever he wanted to hear.
            “And why is that?” He asked, almost as if that is what I was suppose to say.
            “Because you want me to solve some riddle I know nothing about.” I answered. “You want me to tell you some secret puzzle to the universe that I know nothing about. You got the wrong guy.”
            “Fascinating.” He was intrigued. “Is that what you got from these pictures?” Pictures, I thought confused. “Or do you see something else?” He noticed I got confused when he called them pictures.
            “I don’t know what you want me to tell you.” I was getting annoyed. “I gave you an answer and clearly it’s not what you wanted to hear. What more do you want!”
            “Honey.” My mother’s voice came out of nowhere. She appeared beside me, holding my hand. “Just be yourself and answer this kind man.”
            “Mom?” Where did she come from?
            “Son.” My dad appeared to my right, “There’s no need to lie. They just want you to be truthful about what you see.”
            “Dad?” Both of my parents sat beside me as if we weren’t in some psychological dream. “What are you guys doing here?” They comfort me, pleading I answer truthfully unaware I sat restrained in the middle of a beautiful field. “Bringing my parents to this is unnecessary, you monster! Leave them out of this!”
            “We did not raise you to behave like this.” My mother proclaimed. “You apologize this instant.”
            “Maybe they can answer my question.” The pale man suggested. “Care to examine these series of images and tell me what you see. Which stand out the most to you?”
            “I’ll go first.” My dad began. “Just to show you that there is nothing to worry about. To me, they tell a structured story about the human race. This one,” my dad pointed, “Calls to me for some reason. Strange, it really does call to me. I feel it even. Almost as if its wanting my attention.”
            “Excellent.” The pale man said.
            “Why am I getting a different image?” My mother began. “To me, I see a whole galaxy moving. It’s almost as if its breathing. Can’t say one of them is calling me but if I had to choose, I’d go with this one. Feels like home, even.” She turned to my dad and they both smiled.
            “They are not real!” I shouted. “You are not real!” My parents were gone in an instant. Suddenly, I could hear them scream in agony. They were being tortured, punished by my own accords in some distant room. I could hear them but not see them. “They are not real. None of this is real!” The more I denied, the more my parents screamed. I could hear them begging their tormentors to stop. “This is not real,” I whimpered as the pain my parents underwent intensified.
            “They’re blank!” I spat at the pale man. “These papers are nothing but white sheets spread across the table.” My parents agony was gone, silence settled. “I see no image, no detailed art work of any kind. They’re just blank pieces of paper from the moment you set them on the table. That is all I see.”
            “Good.” The pale man spoke. “You are finally being truthful with me. The reason as to why where your parents saw images and you didn’t is because you have something special activated right there.” He pointed to my forehead. “Not too long ago, in a time when your parents were small innocent children, they had a unique kind of love planted into their pure developing minds. For your father, it was his father who taught him how to believe. For your mother, it was her grandmother.”
            “Your mother’s grandmother,” he continued, “Loved her grandchildren so much that she planted a seed that would eventually grow into who you are. You see, your mother’s grandmother gave her grandchildren the power to imagine but it was your mother who believed the most. Naturally, when your father who carried the will to believe in the impossible married your mother whose womb held the power to make it so birth children, you were the end result.”
            “A while back you had asked what you are to me,” he began to collect the papers, “And I just answered you.” He carefully stacked the papers precisely and set them on the corner of the table beside him. “You are the product of unconditional love in a time when no such thing exists. Not in a time where greed and selfishness reigns as pure and good. I know,” he read my mind, “You may think your life is unimportant and yes others are more fortunate than you. But listen well child, love is the purest source no one can buy.”
            “What do I want from you, you ask?” He read my mind again, “I already told you.” He pointed to my forehead again. “You have a very powerful organ activated. All I seek is what you carry and once I have taken it from you, you will never hear from me again. As I promised you before. I have given you my word.” He stood now. I tried doing the same but I remained glued to the chair. My arms and legs were restrained by some invisible chains. “Your pineal gland is all I ask of you.”
            “For what!” I asked, failing to break free. “Do you not have one of your own? What do you what with mine? It’s just a harmless useless thing!”
            “Naïve child,” the pale man stopped as he reached for my forehead. “You know better than to fool me. We both know what it can do. Never underestimate the power of planting a seed. You’ve caused enough ripples on your planet. We are simply taming what you have started. If we don’t, by the time you wake up you’ll know who sent us and you’ll know why.” The pale man began to reach for my forehead once again.
            He was getting closer. I tried retreating my head but I was stiff as a board. I can’t let him get away with this. This is all a dream, I know it. None of this is real. None of this is happening. It is all in my head. I must find a way to wake up! Though the bright sunlight and the peaceful sky brought me comfort, I could feel my world crumble into darkness. He was going to take my essence away, my creative stream of thought and there is nothing I could do to stop him. He is in my head and I am powerless.
            “No!” I cast, “You are in my head there for I am in control.” The pale man froze. His hand inches away from my forehead. I was finally free from the invisible chains. I stood to find two more pale men behind the one who stood in front of me. One beamed a light aimed at my face while the other held a series of reels. I turned to find another crouched by the chair I sat. “You tried to manipulate my every thought. You made me think I was powerless in an attempt to cloud my potential.”
            “I don’t know how many times you have attempted this or how many times you have succeeded.” I began to levitate, “But you found yourself in my head and in my head you will never prevail.” Before I knew it, I awoke from my dream. Grasshoppers orchestrated their melody near the window while dogs barked in the distance. It was a dream after all. A dream that felt all too real. I replayed everything that happened on the field and understood the message the pale man tried to erase.
            I took my laptop and went to work. I opened a link on 4chan and titled my post anonymously. “Is the government powerful enough to send subliminal messages to you while you sleep, when you are at your most vulnerable? Are they launching inter-dimension stellar mind games on people who hack the system and expose the corrupted with the help of advance beings by calcifying their pineal gland while they sleep?” I re-read my entry and heard how paranoid I may seem, but maybe not to others.
            “Has anyone else experienced such a dream?” I asked the unknown. “Where pale men in black suits give you some sort of test to see how active your pineal gland is. Anyone dreamt or have had weird visions of bug-eyed creatures blinding you with picture perfect memories as a distraction while they experiment on you?” I thought of deleting the post in fear of getting hospitalized for insanity but I continued. “Maybe some of you have only they have succeeded and you forgot. Maybe some of you remember only you don’t want to acknowledge it.”
            “Well, it happened and you are not alone. We are more powerful than what we are made to believe and some of us can prove it.” I took one long look at my entry and debated whether or not I should post it. Doubt kept me at war in my head and each side was winning. I struggled to come to a conclusion but then I remembered my dream. I remembered what I said and how I felt. I remembered the strength emitting from my skin and the power running through my veins. No different than in the real world but that was not the real world and in the real world no such thing exists.

Drills

            All is well. Of all the days in the year, we reserve one particular day to put aside our differences and celebrate another anticipating year. We decorate our homes to welcome a new cycle, set new goals and shed old ways to become better versions of who we want to be. Rivals become allies for one day to step into the new year with a clean slate. Everyone turns over a new leaf. Miracles happen even to the nonbelievers.
            The magick of gathering on a massive scale establishes universal peace. A universal peace that spreads across the globe, despite its turmoil and all its downward spiral. Peace brings an end to war and hate. It clears all judgments and helps us see things from a different perspective. Peace is strong enough to break bread with enemies. For this particular day, all is forgiven. All is well.
            Of all the days in the year one unites us all as we collectively set our sights to exciting beginnings. Everyone gets a new chance to make things right, to begin a new year fresh. Who wouldn’t want a second chance? Many pray, wish, to turn back time. We all seek another try to prove we are deserving. The end of the year and the beginning of another grant us that wish because magick is felt and seen in every way possible.
            No one can escape the magick lurking in the streets. That warm feeling that everything is going to be okay. We all sense its presence because we participate in the ritual of welcoming a new year. We decorate our shrine, our home, to project the goodness of our hearts. To tell the world we are not broken nor hurt. We are well and alive. We wish strangers blessings to please the universe so that we in return be blessed by our kindness. Even the coldest of hearts thaw, even if for a second.
            As the days rush to the last date of the year, we all make plans to meet somewhere. We schedule in advance where we want to be and with who for those last few seconds before a new year begins. We plan every detail hoping the odds are in our favor. We make every second count once the final day of the year is upon us. We call in sick for work. We make up excuses not to be with friends or family members we wish not to see come by the final hour. Everything we do in the eve of a new year is done with intentions for luck and prosperity.
            What makes this particular end of the year special is for the first time in human history the world will count down the minutes in unison. It has never been done before. We will enter the new year simultaneously; all around the world. No more will we be divided by time zones or borders. We will break generational traditions and demonstrate to whatever celestial being watching over us that we are one race. We will all begin the new year together, as one.
            When word got out, the world was ready. Every news outlet publicized the change of events. We were all advised to try something different. We were encouraged to gather in the masses to televise our unity. This coming year is going to change everything for everyone. No one could escape what the new year had in store for the world. And we were ready for the impossible to become possible.
            Like sheep, we were shepherd to major landmarks and cities. We overpopulated every town hall. Crowded over New York city. Occupied in large masses the Taj Mahal. A sea of people raved through the streets of Tokyo. Like penguins we rallied together weathering the cold. History will be made tonight, no one dared miss it for the world. Wherever the ball dropped for new years, we were there; ready for change.
            Drunk in excitement, in our festive attire with the coming of year glasses and hats. We all embraced the coming year in our own style. Sober or under the influence, we will not forget where we were when the ball drops. For once, we were all friends. We cared not for color or political stance. It matters not what God we praise. There is only joy. There is only love. The streets boomed with drums and music as the hours neared a new beginning.
            “I love you!” We proclaimed to one another, and meant it. Unison changed our perspective on how we want to be governed. Though we have our cliques and social caste, we were beginning to respect each other. Eventually, none of what we grew to believe was just mattered because for once we viewed each other as equals. We were promised change and change is coming. Everything we know was about to renew itself.
            The new year is upon us. We turned to the sky as the clock marked the end. “Ten!” We cheered nervously. The ball was beginning to drop. We ate a grape and made a wish. Fireworks boomed in the night sky. Cheers echoed across the globe as we counted down the seconds. As the number went down our spirits soared. We jumped for joy and excitement. Woman and children and man, we were all in it together. No one was left out.
            “Nine!” The screen on New York city projected followed by cheers of joy. The symbol for the number eight in foreign countries reflected in peoples eyes wherever they stood. We embraced each other as the clock neared the end. We took another grape and made a wish. Some raised their glass while others chugged their bottles. There were no judgments nor side remarks. We are all too entranced by the eve of a new beginning. Too high to even care.
            “Seven!” The world spoke.
            “Six!” Change is upon us.
            “Five!” There was no turning back.
            “Four!” We held each other and counted, “Three! Two! One!”
            “Happy New Year!”
            The ball dropped and the countdown ended along with the majority of the population. As the ball reached its end, atomic bombs blew all over the world. The bombs exploded like fireworks, igniting a chain of events long overdue. Those who shadow the world, controlling its history, finally met their goals for global domination. At long last, masters of the world were in control again. Operation reset the world is now in effect. Only a selected few will know what happens but to the cattle they will simply call them drills. 

Brujería

Con el amor no se juega
Te haré creer en la sirena
Se ‘loquece como muevo la cintura
Bailo encuerado bajó la luna

Esta magia no se toca, es tan pura
Brujería
Si me dañas yo mismo me la cura
Brujería
El universo es mi cultura
Brujería
Esto no se para, noche o día
Brujería

Este sonido es intoxicado
Cima, topa un nivel elevado
Y yo se que nunca lo a probado
Manifesto mi deseo, soy el brujo; el mero mero

Te controlo hechizado
Si me cruzas, ten cuidado
Te lo juro no soy malo
Si me cruzas, ten cuidado

Brujería
Que locura

Esta magia no se toca, es tan pura
Brujería
Si me dañas yo mismo me la cura
Brujería
El universo es mi cultura
Brujería
Esto no se para, noche o día
Brujería

A quien lo maten por practicar la brujería
Es decir que creen en la magiaria
No solo es una fantasía
Es verdad, real, la brujería
¿Como no lo es?
Educate y aprenderás que todo no es como lo ves
Te quitará la idiotez
Y estaras rico, lleno en la lucidez

Te controlo hechizado
Si me cruzas, ten cuidado
Te lo juro no soy malo
Si me cruzas, ten cuidado

Brujería
Que locura

Esta magia no se toca, es tan pura
Brujería
Si me dañas yo mismo me la cura
Brujería
El universo es mi cultura
Brujería
Esto no se para, noche o día
Brujería

Brain Dead

            People crave destruction to the point of manifestation. We watch, we tune in to violence in the form of entertainment that we subconsciously begin to emulate such a thing. People want to see death and carnage only as if it were a game because we, as a whole, search for an escape. We cling to made-up stories to exhilarate our dull lives that in turn we lie to ourselves. We tell ourselves that such a story could never happen in real life or for the very least shouldn’t.
            People talk about war as if war were a fictitious movie. We praise war heroes, ignoring the slaughter they commit yet imprison civilians who do the same. Our pineal gland has been strategically calcified in order to bring forth the aforementioned destruction we obsess over in movies and programs. We are dumbed down to be more controlling so we don’t ask the questions we should be asking. So that we don’t end the on going war on the human race.
            Instead, we are fed poison so that unforeseen masters don’t get dethroned from their celestial power. Super simple minded folk, such as humans, are plagued with chemicals that silence our inner conscious. We are given limited options to remain dependent. We are distracted from seeking the truth by warping our minds into believing fiction is better than facts. We have been fed numerous lies that those who speak the truth are seen as mentally unstable.
            Our only escape from the reality we find ourselves in these modern times is in fictional stories to ease the blow. We anticipate the endings to find comfort in knowing no matter how bad things get there will always be closure. There will always be a solution to any problem. We spoil the endings to reassure ourselves that the real world can be fixed. We dig our heads in the ground to forget about the real troubles in our world we don’t want to acknowledge.
            Maybe we are not ready to repair the accumulative damages. Perhaps we feel we are not responsible for them. Either way, whether we ignore them or face them head on, they will remain there until we as a whole acknowledge them. We can pen them on paper. Reenact them on screen or execute it in real life. They will remain there until we decide to correct them. It may take another millennium or maybe within a weeks time. One thing is for certain, mankind will find a way.
            “This is going on my channel.” Wes began as he adjusted his camera phone. A group of soldiers carried a bulky heavy trunk into their jeep while others carried suitcases. “I can’t believe I’m finally getting access to Area 51.” He road shotgun while everyone else settled in the back. “Don’t worry guys, I’ll blur your faces so no one will recognize you. Total confidential.”
            “You’ll be discharged and send to jail if anyone finds out you’re the one uploading videos on exclusive government secrets.” Parker added as he drove.
            “Well lucky me the others haven’t found out.” Wes bragged.
            “Lucky for you I haven’t told them.” Parker replied. “Just because I’m your older brother doesn’t mean I can protect you from the whole platoon. You better make sure no one else finds that camera. You’re on your own if they do.”
            “Relax.” Wes answered. “No one has discovered me yet. Besides, there’s no harm in me making homemade movies. Not like I’m uploading them to YouTube, though I would go viral if I do.” He turned to his brother with excitement. “Just imagine how much dough I’d be getting with just a few minutes of ground footage on Area 51. I’d be rich!”
            “We’d be rich.” His brother corrected. They drove through a hidden path kept from the public eye. The night was clear as day. A waxing moon peeked among the clouds as they bubbled through the chilling wind. Stars scattered in the sky as they blinked ever so. They were the only moving object on land, making their way to a controversial area infamous across the state. The only light visible in the night lit a path before them as they neared the entrance to a dangerously guarded premises.
            Within minutes, the jeep drove to a small building. Numerous guards walked attentively as they secured the perimeter. No one could get inside. Even with clearance of the highest degree, you’d be surrounded by preying eyes to make sure no secrets would get leaked. Guards instructed the team of soldiers where to go and where to park. Everything was ruled by protocol within the walls of Area 51.
            Though the building was small, once inside a whole universe of unimaginable possibilities lay active. Deep underground of interconnected chambers sheltered the impossible. The crew of soldiers were new to the area but were informed of what to expect. Wes kept his cool as he filmed every second once they parked the jeep. The rest of the soldiers carried out their orders. Wes and his brother took the suitcase and followed four guards to the suitcases destination.
            “Keep your eyes forward,” they were told, “And no questions.” Wes and Parker followed the guards down the hall and into the elevator. With a key and finger print, the elevator took them to a different level from the surface. Not too long did the doors slide open, revealing a cold narrow hallway. Thick glass walls exposed numerous rooms within. Few people sat in desk while others stood, jotting data and results.
            One guard took the two brothers to a peculiar room while the other three stood guard by the entrance. They remained in their post, attentively. The brothers kept their eyes forward, glancing the perimeters every now and then; Wes mostly. “Inside.” The guard ordered as he opened the door with his finger print. A small group of scientists said little about their experiments and patients. The two brothers took the suitcase to a scientist from across the room. A man tied to a metal bed moaned and moved little beside the scientist. The monitors connected to the tied man were all flat lined as if the man was dead but he was clearly alive.
            Feet away from where they stood, another patient lay tied to a metal bed. The other patient was deformed, mutated into some flesh eating zombie. Its eyes were discolored and its skin rotted. The patient was muzzled and violent. The monitors connected to the violent patient also read no sign of life, no sign of humanity within. “Guard get these two soldiers out of here.” One scientist ordered as he noticed Wes looking around. “We don’t need another incident.”
            Before Wes and his brother were escorted out of the room, a shattered glass caught everyones attention. A female scientist screamed as she fled the room. The guards took out their guns and ran into the room, aiding the frightful scientist. Wes and Parker followed attentively, ready for whatever came next. As Wes and Parker entered the room, a group of deformed patients moaned for flesh.
            “Sir, are you alright.” Wes ignorantly asked as he approached one of the patients. The patient grabbed Wes by the neck and reached for his head with its mouth. Brains splattered on the glass walls as one guard killed the patient. Parker took Wes and left the room. The guards stayed to finish the job.
            “Damn!” One scientist muttered as he quarantined the incident. Wes and Parker stood by the scientist in disbelief. One scientist was cornered. He called for security but the guards were far away. He was ambushed by two deformed patients. One bit the scientist arm while the other cracked his head open. The scientist brain oozed out. The two deformed patients fed upon the spilled brain matter. Wes and Parker witnessed it all, still in disbelief.
            “What the hell is that!” Wes demanded the scientist to spill the truth. “Tell me this is all some twist prank you people pull on newcomers.”
            “Its exactly what you think.” The scientist confessed. “They have been real for over a decade now.” Wes could not believe it, he did not want to. Parker, his brother, watched in horror as two presumed dead humans devoured another human being. “We don’t know what exactly caused this type of mutation.” The scientist began. “But we know when it started. Back in the first world war, some evil scientist wanted to tap into immortality.”
            “Unfortunately,” he referenced to the gore taking place just feet away from them, “This was the end result.” He paused. “We have sought a cure,” he continued, “Some way to reverse the mutation but as of now there seems to be none. Let’s count our blessings they aren’t rising from the grave like they do in movies.”
            “These glass walls.” Parker mentioned. “How thick are they?”
            “Not even bullets can shatter them.” The scientist answered calmly. “Those two won’t be getting out. Backup will arrive shortly. Standard protocol, you know the rest.”
            “Are they…” Wes asked, knowing the answer.
            “Yes.”
            Before them, three patients slowly crept on the armed guards; moaning in hunger. The trapped guards aimed a bullet to their heads, killing them instantly. “I bet you two have seen a movie about them.” The scientist began. “Or for the very least, heard about them. It’s true. The only way to kill them is by terminating its cerebral consciousness. The government thought it would be a good idea to inform the public through movies incase the mutation spread again. One scratch from them and you’re dead, they are highly contagious.”
            “Genius though, wouldn’t you agree.” The scientist beamed. “To subtlety keep the public informed through fictitious media.” Backup arrived moments later. Wes and Parker were escorted out shortly. Once they were given clearance, to make sure none of them were contagious, Wes and Parker made their way back to their team. The ride back to their station was silent and unsettling. The other soldiers had no idea of the events that occurred. One trip to Area 51 and suddenly the world seemed different.
            Wes and his brother pondered over what other fictional movie were based on real facts. Aliens? Vampires? Witches? Were they all real too? Is there such a thing? Wes replayed his footage kept hidden in his jacket. He muted the audio so no one could hear. Fascinated yet horror struck were his eyes as the dead flesh-eating humans ate organs as if it were candy. The muzzled deformed patient he encountered lay frozen in his screen, in his memory, as he came to the realization that nothing is as it seems.
            “So much for not finding any aliens back there, huh.” His brother broke the silence. They both laughed, masking the fear within them. “Good thing no one found your camera.” Wes put down his phone. The night consumed them as they drove deep in the desert, back to their station. “Did you get all of that?”
            “Yeah, but I deleted it.” Wes lied. “No one will believe its authentic anyways.”
            “Do you think those conspiracy videos on the internet are true?”
            “I hope not.” Wes replied. “That was one hell of a grip though.” Wes rubbed his neck.
            “Good thing they cleared you.” Parker answered. “I thought I’d lose you in combat and not by some scratch from the dead.” They laughed, nervously. They remained silent until they reached their station. Once they got settled in their bunker, Wes kept replaying the video on his phone. He examined the patients mannerisms, their faces, their hunger for brains. Still, he could not believe the reality happening in Area 51.
            What felt more unsettling was that the people are well informed about said events. They are being told the truth passed on as fiction, as entertainment. Wes pondered over every movie he has ever seen about fictional creatures and questioned what exactly is real and what isn’t. He did not rest that night. Something was slowly engulfing him to madness. His view on the world wasn’t the only thing changing, he was changing.

Sugar Mama

He a big boy
Stupid thick, monster dick
He my sex toy
He’s so fine, he all mine
I’m his wifey
He no drama
I’m his lovey-dovey
Sugar mama

Oh my God!
He got that monster (swagger)

I’ll spoil you rotten
I fuck with the enlighten
We rockin’, we poppin’
Come on baby dominate me
Let you be the one who owns me

Let me love you
Let me spoil you

Ima bless you
Bring that ass, come to me
Let me spoil you
Rich, Rich
I’m banking mad dough
I provide, yo!
I can heal you
Like a curandero

Oh my God!
He got that monster (swagger)

I’ll spoil you rotten
I fuck with the enlighten
We rockin’, we poppin’
Come on baby dominate me
Let you be the one who owns me

Let me love you
Let me spoil you

You work so damn hard to look good naked
So get naked, let’s get naked

I’ll spoil you rotten
I fuck with the enlighten
We rockin’, we poppin’
Come on baby dominate me
Let you be the one who owns me
I’ll spoil you rotten
I fuck with the enlighten 

Dreamers

            We, the people of tomorrow, are not oppressed. We are not living in fear or social turmoil. There is no constant threat to our survival. No constricting laws we must never violate or criticize. The minorities are not imprisoned, targeted or gathered in the masses for racial genocide. We are not at war with any nation. The people of tomorrow face a much different fate. A fate no one saw coming. We, the people of tomorrow, are omnipotent.
            The world of tomorrow is at the brink of something extraordinary. The future began when we landed on the moon. We took one small step as man and one giant leap for mankind. We mastered gravity and time. Creation brought the world together to a future full of magick. We built flying cars, portable jet packs, virtual reality for everyone. We were given opportunities of a life time. We all held each other up instead of tearing each other apart. We, the people of tomorrow, are the epitome of yesterdays society.
            We know nothing about famine or poverty. We live not in slavery or in ghettos. We need not to riot or protest to defend our rights. There are no petitions for impeachments. No corrupted officials abusing their authority onto people. We are not taught what good is or how to treat evil. The people of tomorrow are too busy hard at work, too busy to object or defy. That is our social norm. We work, we sleep and we work some more.
            The people of tomorrow are wealthier than past generations. We are praised for our contributions as honest laborers. We earn more than enough to splurge. We are not like our predecessors before us. We don’t have to make as much effort to achieve our destiny as past generations did. Everything is within reach for the people of tomorrow. We are blessed that way because of our efforts to keep order and justice.
            We, the people of tomorrow, are more appealing than before. We dress better, live healthier and we never age. We don’t complain because there’s nothing to complain about. Everything that needed to be fixed was fixed. Any corrections within the government that needed to be taken care of was done so lawfully and fairly. Whatever poison they were feeding us was eradicated. Our heroes of yesterday brought an end to whatever was killing our way of life.
            Because of their courageous acts we, the people of tomorrow, live better lives. We thrive in wealth, relish in privileges and attract success. If we want more we are given more. We are not preoccupied by who has what because we follow our own paths to prosperity. We all get a fair shot at success. That is why we don’t have the need to break laws or protest. We are given the tools to make our own fame. To get promoted or change profession. There is nothing we, the people of tomorrow, can’t accomplish.
            We are head strong and full of ambition. We conquer our goals and commit to consistency. We work smart, not hard. We come together when we are in need and we celebrate each other for our attempts to achieve our dreams. We, the people of tomorrow, are united. We are free and we are eternal. We race through the sky and beyond the solar system. We levitate, not gravitate. We are abundant, we are the law.
            One simple trait that separates the people of tomorrow from the rest is the dim light in our eyes. We are commonly mistaken for having our heads in the clouds. We seem deep in thought when most of us are simply staring out into space, gazing. We have a name for people like that. For people who spend most of their time in auto pilot. Its nothing vulgar or an insult. On the contrary, being called said title is a compliment of the highest degree. To some it’s an honor.
            To be called a dreamer is what we, the people of tomorrow, strive for. We practice blanking out. We silence our inner thoughts and stare at the sky in some dream like trance. We often smile out of habit too. We practice so that we don’t think because when we think we begin to get ideas and ideas are trouble. Some people get famous for their ideas but not all ideas are celebrated. Some ideas get you incarcerated or worse. For some, ideas can get you removed from existence.
            “Rise and shine!” the house spoke. “You’ve been given another chance for greatness, what excellent news!” The curtains slowly revealed a morning star rising over the horizon. The house lights lifted the energy as I woke to the sound of binaural beats. “Your shift for the night begins in five hours.” I contemplated getting up. “Luckily for you, you’re ripe for a day full of miraculous productivity. Stupendous!” The frying of bacon and coffee brewing took me from my bed to the kitchen.
            “Breakfast.” Said the robot in its monotone voice as it served me a balanced meal. The obedient automaton poured juice then remained stiff until I finished everything on my plate. I sat and said my grace. Today felt like any other day, special and unique. With the house feeding me nothing but positivity, I began to feel enamored by all the blessings heading my way. Though I knew all I would do is work, I believed what the house was telling me.
            “A huge miracle is coming to you. Rejoice!” The binaural beats were intensifying as the house kept hyping me up for great things. “You are an inspiration. You are a legend for others to believe in. You will conquer your destiny. You are ready.” With the house feeding me love and the soothing binaural beats, I felt as though I were being hypnotized. Cast into a spell that would bless me beyond my wildest dream. I sat and gazed into space. I zoned out listening to the spa music, while being told I was important, and dreamed.
            “Back to work.” The house reminded. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. No longer was I back to reality, pulled into consciousness by the meditative waves in the background. I don’t remember stepping into the shower but I figured I became accustomed to the same routine. A tall bright young man in a blue uniform smiled back at me while I stared at the mirror. I was ready, the house told me so. “Positive thoughts.” The house spoke as I shut the door.
            Stepping into the city, I disappeared within the crowd. I was one of them, busy earning. Some wore red others gray, few white. Others in casual attire, free to reap the fruits of their labor. We all smiled at one another passing by. Wave, greet, part ways. We kept conversations short and uplifting. Always with good news and wonderful surprises. The luckiest got gifts, even by strangers.
            We are generous people above all. We share the same expression and dim light in our eyes, full of admiration. “Pleasant evening.” I was greeted by strangers as I made my way to the express lane. I stepped on the treadmill and took a ride to the factories. Above me flew trains and planes. The treadmill took me out of the city and into a rural town where only factories exist. There, I spend most of my time earning an honorable living. I joined my coworkers and began our shift for the night.
            As usual, I spent the first three hours day dreaming. My body was on auto pilot, moving on it’s own; accustomed to the work. The bell dismissed us for our break. An hour later, we were guided back to work. Another three hours of day dreaming then an hour for break. Before I knew it, the last two hours were upon us. I looked around and noticed everyone was spaced out, as usual.
            I tried not to draw attention to myself but I could not help and notice how distant they seemed. Their bodies were here but their minds were gone. There is no life in their eyes, just a dim sparkle that twinkled every now and then. My vision was blurring as I felt my mind space out. I wanted to try and not zone out but habits are hard to change. I tried holding on to consciousness for a moment before my mind wonders away. I wanted to see them move. They behaved unusually normal, with no presence in their eyes. Before I knew it, I was gone.
            I found myself back on the treadmill, entering the city. The sun rose just beyond reach. I was back home, greeted with love. I fell on the bed and closed my eyes to rest. I woke up almost instantly hours later ready to begin another successful day. The house reminded me how special and unique I am to the world and how my destiny will pour blessings for all. I sat on the floor in the living room and stared at the city. The soothing sound induced me to a meditative trance. The city disappeared as I dreamed.
            “Positive thoughts.” I was back to my routine one more time before my days off. I felt a boost of luck, knowing I would spend my time sleeping; dreaming. Everyone felt my energy as we passed one another. Stepping into the treadmill, my mind began to trail off but I wanted to see them. I wanted to see their blank expression. That must be how I look when I zone out, I thought and then I didn’t.
            Work went by lighting quick. By the time I got to my second lunch break, I thought to myself how odd that I do things I don’t remember doing. One minute I’m home the next at work. Some days I lose track and forget a whole day. I looked around and questioned if my coworkers share the same experience. I then questioned if they ever have thoughts of their own too. I took a bite out of my buttered bread and pretended to zone out. I tried but my mind could not wonder. So, I pretended to have no thoughts at all. I simply ate my food and kept conversation short and uplifting.
            With an hour until my shift ends, I was greeted by three unusual men. Though they smiled like the rest of us, their eyes were full of life. “Mr. Theo Walker.” I nodded in response. “Please,” two stepped aside, “Follow us.” Something was wrong. My normal routine had changed. Instead of heading home I now had to follow three unusual men to who knows where. “Fret not,” they reassured me. “You are in no trouble. We simply request an audience with you and I must say we have nothing but praise for you.” They led me to an office but in some twisted way, I felt as if I were entering a torture cellar.
            “Are you not pleased with your life?” He began once everyone settled. They closed the door and sat directly in front of me. They never wondered off or spaced out. They were attentive, alert. Out of habit, my mind was zoning out but I resisted. They each stared at me as if I were being examined. “We were informed you are to be promoted in the following weeks. Your landlord vouched you to be a modeled citizen. Your salary is beyond standard.” He rummaged through folders they had neatly ordered on the table.
            “All your credentials tell us you mean no trouble.” He continued, as though they were nitpicking for something to complain about. “Looking at you now and I don’t see a man with an agenda. I, in fact, do see a model citizen with a bright future.” My mind was slipping but I held on. The more he talked the more I was pulled into the clouds, but I resisted. I wanted to remain in the room with them. He got quiet while the other two wrote down notes.
            “Let’s cut to the chase, Theo.” He set a tablet in front of me and pulled out security footage recording. He played the footage with no explanation as to what I am suppose to understand. The video showed me at my station, working. Nothing out of the ordinary. Then the video stopped. “Mind telling me what you were doing?” I remained silent. I told them I was doing nothing but work, just like every other day. They replayed the video and stopped at a precise moment. “Here,” he began, “What exactly were you doing here?”
            “I don’t know what you are trying to get out of me.” I confessed. “I’m telling you, I was just doing my job.”
            “No,” he played several footage of me doing exactly that, my job. “This is you doing your job.” Years of honest labor flashed before me as I was shown my past. “Even with your head in the clouds, we can tell when you are doing your job and when you are getting out of character.” I retorted that statement. “If we are not mistaken, it seems that you are, were, observing.” The conversation turned and I no longer felt safe.
            “We became concern of this particular trait you seem to obtain and took the liberty to examine you thoroughly.”
            “Am I going to need a lawyer present?” I asked, trying not to seem alarmed. My mind no longer felt the need to wonder off into space.
            “Mr. Walker,” he replied, “What gave you the impression that you are in trouble?” I didn’t believe him. “Can I share something with you, Mr. Walker?” He put aside the paper work and got personal. “It’s a long story really but to cut to the chase, it’s a story about us. You and me.” The other two got up from their seat and headed to the back of the room. “Long ago, we were barbaric with our methods. We were uncivilized and ignorant. We, I’m referring to me and who I represent, were fools to believe fear was the key to obedience.”
            “We were convinced that alone was enough to keep you, I’m referring to you and the people you represent, in line. You see, we meant no harm. We simply wanted to stick to the plan we made for the world. But of course, there’s always that one breed of flock that resist; for the smallest thing.” The other two were setting up a tube with a funnel. “Everything changed once we realized fear is not the key to obedience. Not everyone is weak enough to be tamed by fear. So, we evolved. We got creative.”
            “Do you know why we call you people dreamers.” I found myself restrained to the chair, panic ensued. “We call you dreamers because you live most of your life with your heads in the cloud. You think your living your best life by being responsible when all you are doing is following orders. We tell you when to sleep, when to work and when you can have time to waist. To us, dreamers are nothing but obedient cattle.”
            “But it wasn’t always like that.” The other two returned with a funnel attached to a tube and a gallon of water. “That is until we got creative with our techniques. See Mr. Walker, we learned that people object less when we give them what they want. And by them, I mean those who resist; those who defy us. Then we dispose of them and any other defective who steps out of line.”
            “But I’ve done nothing wrong.” I pled my case.
            “Please don’t lie to us, Theo.” I was met with no mercy. “We noticed you resisting the abyss, we can tell you were trying not to wonder off. That is resisting in its simplest form. Luckily for us, that is the only resistance we face in this time of age. Then you make things worse by observing others. And your search bar.” He continued, “Why were you searching words such as organized protests, petitions, civil rights.” They waited for a reply, I was speechless. “Are you writing a book? A manual on how to defy, change the law? To awaken others?”
            They were now approaching me. I bothered not to move, I couldn’t either way. “When will you people be satisfied!” They opened my mouth and shoved the tube down my throat. Resisting only made things worse. They began to pour the gallon of water on the funnel. I had no choice but to swallow every drop. The water was sweet with a sweeter after taste. “Relax Mr. Walker, it will all be over soon.”
            They opened another gallon and poured its substance down my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt my mind slip away, for good. The dim light in me faded and I was left with a glazed honey brown color in my eyes. Before I knew it, I was drinking the sweet water voluntarily. “This is how we got creative.” They kept pouring, “This is in the food you people eat, the water you bathe in. This is our way of keeping defectives like yourself in line.”
            “Congratulations, Mr. Walker.” He ended. “On your promotion! We hear it’ll move you up to first class. How thrilling. You’ll get to enjoy your privileges more often, what a blessing. They fed me love and praise. The voice in the back of my mind no longer whispered, I had no thoughts at all. I felt as if though I were home listening to the binaural beats. Next thing I know, I’m no longer restrained. They kept boosting my confidence while I finished the sweet water. “Now get back to work.”

Hellfire

            An angel named Messiahs fell from grace. Sunset stood frozen in time over the horizon as Messiahs drew out his sword amidst the fall. His shining plates of armor glittered bright even in darkness. His wings spread in the air as he flew through a cosmic city heaven provided for the pure at heart. The milky sky and clean air, the bountiful array of stars. The beautiful dream God created turned into a nightmare as he, Messiahs, descended onto the pits of hell.
            Messiahs soared through the underworld until he reached the surface. He hovered before making a landing. Just above him, at a distance, lay paradise disappearing before the clouds. Heaven cast its light down into hell for those who seek redemption. Messiahs was a beacon in a world of ruins. He looked around to a deserted kingdom. Pillars scattered in the debris, temples burned and screams raved in agony. Hell is everything heaven isn’t.
            “An angel,” those that lingered in the shadows called, “But your scent be wicked.” Demons crawled from where they hid; laughing, scheming. Their vile appearance would kill anyone who dare lay a sight on them. Their deformity and soulless eyes were a testament to their evil ways. The dark side turned them into monsters, corrupted to the core. They were once Angel’s led to a path unsuitable for good. “You don’t belong here Messiahs. Be gone!” They circled around him. “Or have you forsaken Fathers teachings.”
            “He’s come to purify us!”
            “The redeemer! The redeemer!”
            The weak scattered away while the bold creeped closer, taunting a reaction from Messiahs. They wanted to be blinded by his mighty light. The demons craved to be smite down by the powers of God. They longed to be delivered. Their laugh haunted the air as they teased Messiahs. “We know who you are,” one said. “We know what you are after,” another continued. “We know who you are!” They chanted in unison, laughing. The demons danced around Messiahs, chanting a curse. The demons held hands as they whispered insidious things.
            Messiahs broke the circle as he extended his wings. The demons scattered across the ruins, some rolling away while others disappearing behind fallen pillars. They giggled as they got to their feet. They finished their chant, bit their hand and slammed it to the ground. An invisible circle flashed before them with Messiahs in the center. The earth split apart with a thunderous roar. Messiahs flew in the air and witnessed a summoning spell.
            Lava emerged from the cracks. Another roar escaped the earth, causing a wave of lava to erupt. A mountain of fire bubbled into a beast. The lava grew arms and legs. A face screamed into existence as it attempted to capture Messiahs. Before he knew it, Messiahs was on the run. The demons chased Messiahs throughout the valleys of hell with their pet following behind. The demons aimed poisonous arrows at Messiahs, others swung their demented blades. None were as treacherous as the beast leaving behind puddles of magma, incinerating everything it touches.
            Messiahs was determined. Good always prevails, inevitably. One demon managed to get a hold on Messiahs. Soon, a hoard of demons piled onto them. Darkness engulfed them all until Messiahs armor exploded into light. The demons were gone instantaneously. The magma spirit hardened into a hill. Life emerged as Messiahs remained standing. His wings gave a breath of fresh air to life where there once were none. Heavens light shimmered through Messiahs armor like a star.
            As Messiahs left the scene, what plant life blossomed soon withered. Hell was no place for beauty to prosper. Messiahs crossed the desert of despair with heaven just above him. “This ends now.” Messiahs spoke, reflecting on events that happened before his fall. He gripped his sword pondering on his anointment. “He is no enemy of mine.” Messiahs remembered the conversation he had before descending onto hell. “He will be my successor.” Blasphemy shook the council as he proclaimed his truth.
            “Have you forgotten why your father banished him?” Messiahs could not shake their clouded opinions.
            “His teachings are misunderstood.” Messiahs backed his reason. “You will see him different.” Hell was no place for an angel, let alone Gods only son. Messiahs soared through the underworld by passing tortured souls and lost hope. As morbid and opaque hell is known for, Messiahs saw nothing but potential beginnings for greatness. He simply had to track down one faithful soul to turn everything on its head.
            Hellfire erupted from mountains over beyond the distance. Black clouds concealed heaven above. Fire scorched the barren lands, sheltering the wicked. Messiahs liberated those who yearned salvation from hell. He did not feel pity but empathy for their souls. He could not bear to hear their cries, see the hurt in their hollow eyes. Hell was over populated by death and misery. Beasts thrived from all the agony. Demons rejoiced in all the evil that consumed the underworld.
            Messiahs journey to hell was nothing short of what he had expected. Just beyond his sight, a temple for the God to the underworld stood untouched by the fires of hell. There, Messiahs knew he would find his equal. His wings felt heavy from the heat emitting from the ground. Screams burdened those who heard every tearful pain. Messiahs armor created a barrier from the demons lingering about. Some froze as they watched an angel fly past them. Stunned to find magnetic grace in a depressing world.
            Messiahs flew above a sea of tortured souls begging to be forgiven for their sins. Messiahs light redeemed all who seek a second chance. “Be gone!” The demons nagged as their tortured souls healed before their eyes. Their souls shrunk into dazzling orbs that floated up to heaven. The demons tried to capture their meal but were scathe by the sacred light. With no souls to feed upon, the demons turned to Messiahs for revenge.
            “Angel’s die in Hell.” They drew their swords along with their mystic spells. The air shifted into demonic chants as they cursed Messiahs. An army of demons and beasts waged against one single angel who fell from grace. Messiahs held his ground as he fought off approaching demons. His wings shield him from on coming hexes. Two ice spirits were summoned to aid the demons. Messiahs called upon the powers of heaven to smite evil in its track. Even outnumbered, good always prevails.
            “No weapon shall prosper against me!” Messiahs proclaimed as he recited Gods word. The demons did not care. They wanted angel blood all to themselves. The demons began fighting each other as they attempted to capture pure light. Messiahs holy sword blocked and repelled any demon that got too close. The demons began to fade as Messiahs blade cut through their wickedness. The demons fell to the burning flames, only to be transmuted into light. Any demon fortunate enough to be cut by an angel’s sword were reverted back to angels.
            More demons emerged from the underworld. Once again, Messiahs called upon the powers of heaven and erupted into pure light. An opening gave way for Messiahs to escape the demons. Though their attempts were futile, the demons were stubborn. They wanted revenge, they wanted to be redeemed. As Messiahs flew past stunned demons, a monstrous beast knocked him to the ground. The beast was summoned from the depths of hell to capture and kill Messiahs.
            The beast had four heads of different animals. Its claws were long and sharp. Its breath toxic to angels. As Messiahs got to his feet, more demons came for the attack. Messiahs had no time to strategize. “You are a fool to think you, an angel, could prevail against us.” They spoke as they swung their blades. Messiahs did his best to overcome. “This is our world. You have no power here!” The beast grabbed one of Messiahs wings as he attempted to flee and slammed him back to the ground. More demons piled on top of Messiahs.
            The demons tried to break Messiahs armor but were burned in the process. Messiahs shot straight up, blinding everyone in sight. The beast reached for Messiahs but Messiahs had had enough. His halo miraculously appeared above his head. Messiahs chanted a prayer in a language only angels knew. He closed his eyes and extended his hands towards the beast. The beast was gone in a blink of an eye along with the army of demons. Messiahs had little time before more return.
            His journey in hell was over as the temple to the God of the underworld was feet away. Messiahs raced to its brimstone gates as demons appeared behind him. The demons were accompanied by beasts and monsters. They all wanted a taste of angel blood, they thirst for heavens light. Poisonous arrows, balls of magma, shards of ice, metallic earth. Weapons merged from evil to smite good would not and could not prosper against Messiahs, Gods word prove right.
            Messiahs soared through hell as demons and beast chased after him. Messiahs feared not for he had Gods protection. Messiahs never called upon his fellow angels for help. No matter how many demons kept appearing, along with their pets. Messiahs only needed Gods blessings to overcome any obstacle. Messiahs drew out his sword once again as he neared the temple to the God of the underworld. He was determined to speak to his long time friend, his equal.