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You think getting through traffic is hard: try getting
through the hordes of mixed emotions that these earthlings have. Population or
even poverty isn’t as much of a trouble to roadside beggars as my mere nature
of existence is to me. It’s pretty hard to get a place in this fraternal
community with my evil step-bro taking over the reins for quite some time now. Residing
in disguise, hidden from public view, shamefully putting my face down every
time someone tries to inquire about my existence, truly life is hard!
Ever since our Lord Satan, was cast aside, I have had to
share my residence with my dear brothers, Jealousy, Gluttony, Anger and a few
others. The others though akin, are not amongst my favorites. I usually like to
hang out with my buddies. Usually at dawn and under daylight, my evil step
brothers Love, Peace, Harmony and the others roam around with perfect dress and
attire, as if the world was their birthright or something. I hate them, and so
do my brethren. Frankly speaking it is because of their existence, that we have
to go through this ignominy.
We are treated like some unwanted parasites, or more often
than not like creepy felons who are always uninvited. I loathe this system, and
always wish for a change. However, occasionally after nightfall, the temperature
goes cold and foul odor seems to be creeping over gloomily. That is when all of
us relish the milieu and can pass out a few drinks amongst us. Those are the
moments in which we reminisce all our past glory and relive the moments. However,
much you try to kill us, the more we hang on to you. Whenever you look away, we
are grappling on to you. It’s funny that when the earthlings feel like killing
someone, we are the ones making them feel it. Crafty puppets they are, they
have so many mood-swings. Truly speaking they are a huge disappointment. Hardly
a few have been good enough vessels for our cause.
The funniest thing about earthlings are the fact that they mix
us up with our evil step-brothers sometimes. They can hardly differentiate
amongst us at all. We never dress up as “Wolf in Sheep’s clothing” and whatever
other similar proverbs they have. It is usually they who giving us the shape
and size. It’s like they provide us housing and free meals and unlimited wifi.
We can contact our peers and other instances in other earthly vessels. Oh, and
I have so many instances. Cell division is for amateurs really, I get reborn
every single time a new creature is born. It’s so amazing, more like a computer
program getting forked without ever having to die. I can simply transfer myself
to another vessel. WE NEVER DIE!
Even though death is not a part of us, some of us have felt
the other way about death. For instance we feel like dying one moment, our
breath becomes restricted and we might even go into a coma, however the next
moment we rekindle with full vigor. I think it’s more like the silence before
the storm. For then we come out with full force. I just don’t understand how it
happens, but it’s amazing how we never die. The petty earthlings within whom we
reside die off sometimes, but when they die they make sure of a smooth transference
to some of their friends or more often than not *better friends*. Being
immortal is a sin to many, but to us, it’s sort of a boon.
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