RECONCILIATION (44 p4)
The wormhole collapses around me,
I hear the voices,
“It’s holding him…
he’s surviving…
the oil is replicating…
but at such a slow pace…
it seems to be getting smaller…
no, it’s increasing in mass…
eventually every atom of his…
wait, he’s coming out!”
Pitch black.
I only hear voices as
the feet of scientists scuttle and shuffle around me.
“Sir, are you okay?”
I truthfully reply,
“I cannot see.”
The Daughter of Zion comes
and sits in my lap,
“The wormhole is gone.
All that remains is a black oil covering your eyes.”
I stare in the direction of Flux Paradox.
The Daughter of Zion sees my head and answers,
“You were in that thing for forty days.
Flux froze in position as if standing guard,
he hasn’t moved a muscle,
no twitch, nothing.”
An examination commences,
the Scientists send me a Priest.
The Priest of Science sits down,
“Michael, for you alone the oil
is no longer considered bad.
It is completely over your eyes and your heart.
Your testicles and penis are affected too.
An atom size particle of it remains lodged
in between the hemisphere of your brain.”
I only hear his voice
as the Daughter of Zion feeds me.
He continues,
“Our scientists have measured it’s rate of replication
and determine that in four years
every atom of your flesh and being shall be infected.”
I hear him vomit as I feed the Daughter of Zion
with my own waste
using her digestive system
as my personal sewage system.
The Priest says,
“there’s something else.
The reason you were originally imprisoned here.”
I speak finally,
“Right.
The Murder of the Oracle.”
He continues,
“She left her last will in the form
of a recording only to be played
for one entity in the presence of all.
We have guarded the recording faithfully
waiting for the one she instructed.”
I swallow the lump in my throat
as the Daughter of Zion hands me a gun
aiming my hand to the priest.
I HATE THE ORACLE.
I inform the Priest,
“Your last words are to tell me
who she instructed you to wait for
in order to hear her final will and Testament.”
Making the sign of the cross,
he confesses,
“the Sightless One… the Blind One”
I pull the trigger.
The wormhole collapses around me,
I hear the voices,
“It’s holding him…
he’s surviving…
the oil is replicating…
but at such a slow pace…
it seems to be getting smaller…
no, it’s increasing in mass…
eventually every atom of his…
wait, he’s coming out!”
Pitch black.
I only hear voices as
the feet of scientists scuttle and shuffle around me.
“Sir, are you okay?”
I truthfully reply,
“I cannot see.”
The Daughter of Zion comes
and sits in my lap,
“The wormhole is gone.
All that remains is a black oil covering your eyes.”
I stare in the direction of Flux Paradox.
The Daughter of Zion sees my head and answers,
“You were in that thing for forty days.
Flux froze in position as if standing guard,
he hasn’t moved a muscle,
no twitch, nothing.”
An examination commences,
the Scientists send me a Priest.
The Priest of Science sits down,
“Michael, for you alone the oil
is no longer considered bad.
It is completely over your eyes and your heart.
Your testicles and penis are affected too.
An atom size particle of it remains lodged
in between the hemisphere of your brain.”
I only hear his voice
as the Daughter of Zion feeds me.
He continues,
“Our scientists have measured it’s rate of replication
and determine that in four years
every atom of your flesh and being shall be infected.”
I hear him vomit as I feed the Daughter of Zion
with my own waste
using her digestive system
as my personal sewage system.
The Priest says,
“there’s something else.
The reason you were originally imprisoned here.”
I speak finally,
“Right.
The Murder of the Oracle.”
He continues,
“She left her last will in the form
of a recording only to be played
for one entity in the presence of all.
We have guarded the recording faithfully
waiting for the one she instructed.”
I swallow the lump in my throat
as the Daughter of Zion hands me a gun
aiming my hand to the priest.
I HATE THE ORACLE.
I inform the Priest,
“Your last words are to tell me
who she instructed you to wait for
in order to hear her final will and Testament.”
Making the sign of the cross,
he confesses,
“the Sightless One… the Blind One”
I pull the trigger.
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