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April 18, 2011

         *Chased by god(the thief of the holy garden)*

God hates me, he does for sure…

I’m cursed, of course I am…

But no wonder, I have a bad habit…

Every night, I sneak into his dark garden

And steal stars…I steal from his beloved garden

So every night, he runs after me across the worlds…

Across his many skies, his many deep hidden worlds…

Layers for the living…another for the dead…and between them

Many many others for whom he didn’t plan yet what are they…

Where they belong, people who are lost, because they used his

Forbidden gift…they chose to think…

I keep running, and now by swimming, into his crazy liquid worlds…down into ones under the skin, then swimming up through ones above the skin…I see his special made holes that allow rain to fall down drop by drop from the upper sea…down to the

One beneath…I escape through those narrow holes, he stops with anger…he is too great and big to go through them…that’s one bad thing about greatness, you have to be big…

I get to the end of that sea…fly out, and I’m not even a little wet…am I safe yet?? Sure I’m not, he’s the god…

I hear him cursing me from distance, oh he has a loud sound…

I keep running, I’m doomed to be a runner any way, run from my mind, run from what they ask me to believe in, from thoughts that people try to plant in…run from dream killers, hope killers, who become mad as soon as they hear a something starts with the word freedom of……

Who enslaved the light, and use it for only one purpose, not to lighten ways, ways in mind, or to create thoughts, no, there is only one job to do, make them blind… light can do that…

I kept running from these things my whole life, and now I run from god, how can I hide?? Where should I go???

Jump back in to my world, to my beloved night…there lives darkness, my best friend, I’ll hide here, my imaginary feet start to hurt…I barely breath, my breaths runs away from me…

“a runner from god!!!!”, they shout in fear, “lets get out of here”, the air just ran away…funny, finally something running away from me, but not because I’m great, holy, and scary…but because something like that is after me, and very mad at me…

I lay down under a big cloud colored with the black soul of a religious man of god, who is so tired inside, he needs heaven right now, “or I promise I’ll do sins that you haven’t even imagine that they exist…”, the soul threatens god bravely, the  heart cries with fear, it’s full of tears, tears of mercy that god should planned in every heart…but he may got tired while doing that, so he skipped some…or most…

Suddenly my warm dark blanket is torn apart with the shining glory of his holiness…”here you are slave”, he says loudly-as always-with a happy smile, “I told you I’m going to catch you”…

Well, he did caught me this time…there is no escape when the one who created the good and evil is after you, who created planets, stars, galaxies, black holes, dark energy, who made us from dust that was once inside the heart of a supernova…who made all the wonders in the universe, so a human looks at the sky in a clear night, smiles, and thinks how great god is to plant lights all over that place…wow, he is really the greatest, the one to worship…

Well, I want to steal his lights if that is what makes people believe…

So he got me, now what???

“I created Satan, and every single kind of evil in this world, some you saw, some you will…and yet I can’t find something bad enough to punish you with…you steals from me???”, he says while seas of lava goes crazy in his eyes…

“but first tell me why you kept doing that to me every night??”

I tell him…I tell him that I have made a poor bag from that old cloth I had…I made that cloth using the fabric of the remains of all my dreams, I had a sky, not that one you built for us…

My sky was turning into a black board…I had to do something…I was becoming a ghost, a wise witch told me that I need love, and when I find that girl, I have to make her feels in way that a human hasn’t felt yet…or I’ll be an immortal ghost, haunts the nights, sits alone every day, talking with the street lights, they will be the only company for me…

I was so scared, so I was looking for a way to make that girl feels that way…and I found it…

I was stealing your beloved stars, and hid them in that bag I made, so when the day comes and I see that girl, every night I’ll

Take some, put them in my pocket, sneak through her window, and before they fade, plant those stars one by one in that endless night of her hair…one by one, they’ll pray to her holiness, they’ll worship her dreams to make them more magical and wonderful, after all, holy things are like that, strong and great, full of glory, only by the power given to them by their poor worshipers…

And imagine what she’ll feel when I do that every night, and when she woke up and those peaceful lights flow deep inside her eyes, to rest into her soul…that may save me…

He feels sorry for me, I almost can see tears, he loves the story I told…he lets me go, wishing me luck, maybe envy me, he loves all his creatures, but he can’t love or be loved in the way I was talking about…

I fly away happily,  AGAIN…actually I was being caught seach night I stole a star…every nights I tell this story I faked to him…

And every night he lets me go again…

You have to know something about him…he forgets a lot…all the time…you can see that by yourself, he made evil, forgot to take it back…planted it deep inside us…forgot to teach us how to fight it…he gave us a brain forgot that it has to work and lead to him…and he made us…and forgot why…

So didn’t wonder why we can’t understand the reason why we are here…our creator as well can’t remember why…

And if you are curious about the reason why I steal those stars, I maybe do that because I’m the thief of the holy garden, god made me like that, and of course forgot why as always…

Or maybe my story is true…or I just don’t want to tell you,

After all…I guess I don’t have a clue…

I’m just another mistake…something has been made, with a lost forgotten reason…

02:16 AM Dec 13 2012

bradost

bradost
Syrian Arab Republic

thank you dear friend, actually situation in syria is hell, everyday is worse than the one before....and i'm glad that i got into this situation, it helped me see the truth better, the whole world is based on lies, some sale weapons to the terrorists inside syria to fight the dictatorship in the name of "resetance", others sale weapons to the dictator so he may bomb the cities and burn people...they all are blood traders...they make money on the blood of people...russia, USA, NATO, they never care about humanity, everything is benfits....they are watching how the regime is syria is killing kids and women for 2 years, and they didn't move a hair....so the situation in syria is blood...blood...poverty...hunger....what a shame...the people of syria were the greatest and most educated and artists ... this is the art of politics

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