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Story-time

One time there was a boy, just like any other,
He had a mother and father, two sisters and no brothers,

The boy was special in some way, not even He could explain.
So events were sent to destroy Him in his youth;
To prevent Him from bringing joy into his family again.

He looked deep mirror on a cold night in long spent,
They say if you say the name of some restless dead repeatedly,
That they'll appear and haunt you, until you relent.

He didnt believe it, so like any other kid, He ignored it.
And obviously it was a myth; only tall-tales have far-off and granderius things like that.

And of course in the end of the story, After He'd exhumed into death that apparation,
He'd meet the woman of his dreams, and then the "Happily ever after"; but this boy didnt know the end to his story,
Suffice to say he didnt have enough fore-sight to humour a myth or legend of conjurations.

So in that state of confusion, He chose a new path: One that was safe and warm,
So you see, To take control of His life and everything around it. He'd destroy it.

Because if HE destroyed it, and not anyone else, then of course it would've been HIM in control,
And not the displeased and far-off conjurations and tall-tales.

Soon of course, the boy realized this was all madness:
To destroy yourself in order to be in control is a fool's path, He thought.

So He set off on a different path, and now in this new time, this time of decision,
He saw that He'd grown, and He was by all measure a young-man.

And this young man has no idea of what to do; aside from the grace of God to be His strength.
And of course, like all good stories, the boy was left at a turning point in His life when the reader slips away.

Which makes you wonder; which way did He go?

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