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I’ve been thinking for a while about how I might continue Dimas’s story. On one hand, I hope to write a book worthy of inspiring change. To right the world. On the other hand, this world has grown so corrupt that there’s a high chance one will never gain the life experience to write a tale like this.
What’s more, further contributions to the realm of fiction given by authors with no experience in the subject for which they write may only increase the mental illness of this world. Should a person without love experience write romances? A person without military experience epics? A person without friends coming of age stories? In some respects, I do appreciate these kinds of people. The author of Twilight and shounen romcoms. Even so, I can’t help but feel that there should be some attachment to reality. Young people without the humility to judge themselves may read these tales and engender a hope gifted by those unqualified to give that hope. They have imagined the perfect romance, but never experienced it, yet their readers all the same come to yearn for it.
As for me, I’m 21 and with these grey hairs crowning my head I’ve earned my right for jadedness. We live in a terrible country. Our patriots are patriotic only for an America of the past. They are not loyal to the America of today, and a true patriot in the face of these current calamities should rather pray for Washington to be born again from the population of the babes the devil tries to kill so that through the leadership of a God-fearing man the evil in this country might be purged to then build up a Christian kingdom. Whoever is for the Lord should gather to this patriot. Whoever is against may either fight to death or flee. Satanists, and their sacrifices should not be open in a public square. Men should force them into darkness. However, as I live, as I count, I believe one might have to wait until a man like this is born. I’ll even take a woman, if God wills to grace us with a glimpse of Mary crushing the serpent’s head.
Excuse me, this was supposed to be the preface to the book. When I’ve written a good poem, I’ll add it to the collection. The theme is Babel, and living in Babel, living in this city where everyone speaks the same tongue of sin. Because it’s unfashionable to write what one does not know, I will set the romance aside for now for verses culpable to God. My soul yearns for heroes worthy of epics, poems, and romances. Since that child is neither born nor grown yet, I will write as I pray; preying on the flesh of God; righting the world.
The theme is Babel, living in Babel
Where high and low could speak the tongue of sin.
All man and child knew the tongue of death.
Divided in faith. United in sin.
Yea, their wise would say, all men are the same
By vice, by hunger, naked flesh!
Babel had one language and a common speech.
All men spoke in Sin. What man talked to God?