Burning Crown of Glory; Chronicle 25. The continuation of my Memoirs.
I found myself in a position of questioning the motives of certain individuals. I was put in a situation, that had me forced to override, run hide, and return when needed. The clock was ticking, and those who were relentless and ruthless were scheming. I could not fight back, I felt I was ganged up on.
It got to the point I did not know who was in on it and where to turn. Way too many tricks, all I knew, it pushed me in the corner; towards paranoia and that is what got me through. The deceit raised an alarm. A lack of empathy had come my way, and I could not retrieve another damn day.
All I knew is, I was bombarded by the lie; to hand the corrupt truth. Just to give the unjust, credibility in an impromptu evaluation. Creating an image that ended in a fake and false reality. In the end I could not have cared less, I found my common ground and my journey continued nevertheless.
"TWO-UP CORRUPT ALL BETS ARE ON! HEADS OR TAILS?"