The Journalist
In the real heart of the matter, there is only one truth that still stands.
It is the truth that only ever existed in the entire universe.
The truth that took the form of a Man . . .
A Man who lives the life of full meaning . . .
Of Life, Redemption, Love, and Freedom.
Where Life and Death have new meanings . . .
And hope is found in their last Heartbeat.
Two candles flickered vibrantly upon the outside patio table. A lone man gravely sat there. Silent. He beheld the silver full moon shining in the twilight for many long moments, his breathing thick and heavy. A cold wind swiftly blew past him, ruffling the thick pages of a well worn journal. He put his hand against the pages of the ancient book, his fingers coming across the rubied seal in dread. One would barely notice the tiny lettering, but the seal bore his exact name, signifying his membership in the Elite Warlocks. He would regret the day of his inauguration as long as he lived . . . maybe even for an eternity. He sighed. He reopened the book and turned through the pages until he came to the first unwritten page. It was also the last page.
He picked up his pen with trembling fingers, and then he began to write . . .
I write this well knowing that my final decision will ultimately lead up to my death. But my decision is final.
There isn’t much time left.
The hour has come; the whole world will soon transform beyond our wildest imaginations, and there is no stopping it anymore. That opportunity is long gone now, forever.
But at least I can do everything in my power to try to weaken their grip over humanity, or at least hinder their treacherous works . . .
If I don’t, the entire human race will cease to exist, as we know it.
The man sighed. He terribly regretted for being part of this scheme, this lie. He
ran his fingers through his short cropped hair. Distressed.
At every waking hour of the night, I am awakened from a restless sleep to find myself in utter torment . . .
But what also tears at my troubled soul is unrelenting questions that I have no answers to. Life is found in the answers, that I am certain. But where can one find truth in this vast universe? Where are solid answers that will give the world one last chance? Evil has grown like a deadly cancer in the hearts of men, unwilling to let go until it has ultimately destroyed its victims to the very core . . . No man can survive this. Our own evil has gotten to the better of us, and now we are all doomed to die . . . but for some reason deep within my spirit, I still know for a certainty that this is not only the end, but also the beginning. I feel that there are those who are chosen for this coming era, who will not perish. A greater Power is out there, one that I have no comprehension of even. But It or He is out there, and whether or not I know how or where, that Power will accomplish His will and purpose here on earth, and is going to show the whole universe that . . .
Five Days Later...
February 3, 2010
John Winnack
Was Found Dead
Outside His Home.
Cause of Death
Classified.
It is the truth that only ever existed in the entire universe.
The truth that took the form of a Man . . .
A Man who lives the life of full meaning . . .
Of Life, Redemption, Love, and Freedom.
Where Life and Death have new meanings . . .
And hope is found in their last Heartbeat.
Two candles flickered vibrantly upon the outside patio table. A lone man gravely sat there. Silent. He beheld the silver full moon shining in the twilight for many long moments, his breathing thick and heavy. A cold wind swiftly blew past him, ruffling the thick pages of a well worn journal. He put his hand against the pages of the ancient book, his fingers coming across the rubied seal in dread. One would barely notice the tiny lettering, but the seal bore his exact name, signifying his membership in the Elite Warlocks. He would regret the day of his inauguration as long as he lived . . . maybe even for an eternity. He sighed. He reopened the book and turned through the pages until he came to the first unwritten page. It was also the last page.
He picked up his pen with trembling fingers, and then he began to write . . .
I write this well knowing that my final decision will ultimately lead up to my death. But my decision is final.
There isn’t much time left.
The hour has come; the whole world will soon transform beyond our wildest imaginations, and there is no stopping it anymore. That opportunity is long gone now, forever.
But at least I can do everything in my power to try to weaken their grip over humanity, or at least hinder their treacherous works . . .
If I don’t, the entire human race will cease to exist, as we know it.
The man sighed. He terribly regretted for being part of this scheme, this lie. He
ran his fingers through his short cropped hair. Distressed.
At every waking hour of the night, I am awakened from a restless sleep to find myself in utter torment . . .
But what also tears at my troubled soul is unrelenting questions that I have no answers to. Life is found in the answers, that I am certain. But where can one find truth in this vast universe? Where are solid answers that will give the world one last chance? Evil has grown like a deadly cancer in the hearts of men, unwilling to let go until it has ultimately destroyed its victims to the very core . . . No man can survive this. Our own evil has gotten to the better of us, and now we are all doomed to die . . . but for some reason deep within my spirit, I still know for a certainty that this is not only the end, but also the beginning. I feel that there are those who are chosen for this coming era, who will not perish. A greater Power is out there, one that I have no comprehension of even. But It or He is out there, and whether or not I know how or where, that Power will accomplish His will and purpose here on earth, and is going to show the whole universe that . . .
Five Days Later...
February 3, 2010
John Winnack
Was Found Dead
Outside His Home.
Cause of Death
Classified.
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