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In the Honor of Father Zeus who makes me a better being everyday.
The Zevist Growth
The man could not recognise it.
His sense of time had departed.
Blurring his consciousness, conviction and perception, like a gold-rimmed lens that falls into the mud, its material is pure, but it is now covered in dirt and useless to the person who refuses to clean it.
From a distance, the man saw the lightning bolt cutting through everything, followed by a sound that echoed through his being.
Chosen by the lightning bolt, he could see his surroundings and realised that he had been looking at the sky when he saw the light.
When he realised that he could see the sky, he understood that he existed. He felt this existence and desired to reach the sky, where the lightning bolt created light. That feeling awakens the man, it reminds him that, beneath the mud clouding himself, there is a heaven of life.
Then the man moves.
He walks, runs, stumbles and falls, but he always gets back up again.
Because the presence of the lightning bolt remains.
And after seeing, he can no longer accept living in the blind dirty mud.
He runs in the direction where he saw the lightning bolt and, without realising it, the rain starts to fall. As he continues, he assures himself that if he reaches the light, he will finally be pure and free.
As he runs towards the light in the sky where the rain gathers, he is purified by the water that falls from the same sky where the lightning bolt dwells. The dirt is left behind in his footsteps.
The man is shocked to see the sky light up again. This time, he feels lighter and closer to the supreme light.
The man knows; the man becomes.
(I used some ia to write errors, but just this, it's my write, I hope you feel reading it what I felt creating it <3)
The Zevist Growth
The man could not recognise it.
His sense of time had departed.
Blurring his consciousness, conviction and perception, like a gold-rimmed lens that falls into the mud, its material is pure, but it is now covered in dirt and useless to the person who refuses to clean it.
From a distance, the man saw the lightning bolt cutting through everything, followed by a sound that echoed through his being.
Chosen by the lightning bolt, he could see his surroundings and realised that he had been looking at the sky when he saw the light.
When he realised that he could see the sky, he understood that he existed. He felt this existence and desired to reach the sky, where the lightning bolt created light. That feeling awakens the man, it reminds him that, beneath the mud clouding himself, there is a heaven of life.
Then the man moves.
He walks, runs, stumbles and falls, but he always gets back up again.
Because the presence of the lightning bolt remains.
And after seeing, he can no longer accept living in the blind dirty mud.
He runs in the direction where he saw the lightning bolt and, without realising it, the rain starts to fall. As he continues, he assures himself that if he reaches the light, he will finally be pure and free.
As he runs towards the light in the sky where the rain gathers, he is purified by the water that falls from the same sky where the lightning bolt dwells. The dirt is left behind in his footsteps.
The man is shocked to see the sky light up again. This time, he feels lighter and closer to the supreme light.
The man knows; the man becomes.
(I used some ia to write errors, but just this, it's my write, I hope you feel reading it what I felt creating it <3)
