This is a story to tell how human ambition can be his only purpose.
In the time when horses were trade for women, when black were the meaning for nobody, when people known now as genius today were playing childhood memories.... In that time when lots of very known diseases today were evil deeds, when whenever you sneeze you would hear a painful "God bless you brother" followed by tears.
In that time there was someone known by the name of a messiah which name crossed all the oceans and lands, bringing the fame of someone who was really able to heal diseased people with only his own hands. That name came into this house. His name was Jeremiah Henschen, with this name I tried to reach the messiah for seven days and seven nights without any rest. Why would you ask? Because of my little son... Ten days ago exactly on 18th October when the sun was setting down, I told him for the first time the only thing I never ever would want to spell, not even once! Specially to my son... "God bless you my dear son... Be strong..." I can barely spell those painful words...
I finally found him, he was getting even more famous from sun to sun! Everyone wanted him near by! When I found him in that house of sickness he couldn't have a speak with me, I certainly understood and waited patiently. Yes I was feeling terrible every second I waited that day, knowing that my son would depend of every one of them... But on that time you must understand, he was the one, the messiah, and unfortunately the one of very few known as healers.
So I decided to wait, I was looking on that town for a inn to rest that night so I could speak with him on the next day in the first morning shine. I rested then... I was so exhausted... Seven days... Seven nights...
On that night I dreamed about my son, I felt so sorry about those times I could spend more time with him, I felt sorry because I didn't have enough money to buy that beautiful toy he wanted so much for the last Christmas... I felt so sorry...
I woke up. Cleaned my face so no one would noticed I was crying all night. But I was happy that morning! Finally I would end my quest and return home soon!
I went to that house again where the messiah was healing. I asked everyone for him, but... He had left. Somebody told me I didn't sleep for one night, but for two days... I wasn't young and not very healthy... "I needed to cross lands and lakes to reach this town! I don't want to blame myself! I don't want to feel down! Not now my son needs me! I must keep my head up and reach him." So I asked directions. The messiah was traveling on horse, I didn't have any money for a horse or goods to trade for. So I took the best option, got all my last coins to send a mail to the house he was going to. And returned home again, praying every day for his arrival.
This returns my story to the present day, 28th October, the messiah was finally here. "Was" I said. When he came I was so happy! I have kneel before him begging for his wisdom! But he asked me for the only thing I didn't have... Money. So he left much faster than he came.
28th October, the day when told my son for the last time "God bless you.". The day I wrote this letter and killed myself without any reason left to live.
Make no mistake, "The Messiah" whenever you hear the rumors don't try to find someone who born to make other people just like him, same race same blood, healthy. What you will find is someone just doing his job nothing else. He forced to call himself as "medic" not "messiah".
In the time when horses were trade for women, when black were the meaning for nobody, when people known now as genius today were playing childhood memories.... In that time when lots of very known diseases today were evil deeds, when whenever you sneeze you would hear a painful "God bless you brother" followed by tears.
In that time there was someone known by the name of a messiah which name crossed all the oceans and lands, bringing the fame of someone who was really able to heal diseased people with only his own hands. That name came into this house. His name was Jeremiah Henschen, with this name I tried to reach the messiah for seven days and seven nights without any rest. Why would you ask? Because of my little son... Ten days ago exactly on 18th October when the sun was setting down, I told him for the first time the only thing I never ever would want to spell, not even once! Specially to my son... "God bless you my dear son... Be strong..." I can barely spell those painful words...
I finally found him, he was getting even more famous from sun to sun! Everyone wanted him near by! When I found him in that house of sickness he couldn't have a speak with me, I certainly understood and waited patiently. Yes I was feeling terrible every second I waited that day, knowing that my son would depend of every one of them... But on that time you must understand, he was the one, the messiah, and unfortunately the one of very few known as healers.
So I decided to wait, I was looking on that town for a inn to rest that night so I could speak with him on the next day in the first morning shine. I rested then... I was so exhausted... Seven days... Seven nights...
On that night I dreamed about my son, I felt so sorry about those times I could spend more time with him, I felt sorry because I didn't have enough money to buy that beautiful toy he wanted so much for the last Christmas... I felt so sorry...
I woke up. Cleaned my face so no one would noticed I was crying all night. But I was happy that morning! Finally I would end my quest and return home soon!
I went to that house again where the messiah was healing. I asked everyone for him, but... He had left. Somebody told me I didn't sleep for one night, but for two days... I wasn't young and not very healthy... "I needed to cross lands and lakes to reach this town! I don't want to blame myself! I don't want to feel down! Not now my son needs me! I must keep my head up and reach him." So I asked directions. The messiah was traveling on horse, I didn't have any money for a horse or goods to trade for. So I took the best option, got all my last coins to send a mail to the house he was going to. And returned home again, praying every day for his arrival.
This returns my story to the present day, 28th October, the messiah was finally here. "Was" I said. When he came I was so happy! I have kneel before him begging for his wisdom! But he asked me for the only thing I didn't have... Money. So he left much faster than he came.
28th October, the day when told my son for the last time "God bless you.". The day I wrote this letter and killed myself without any reason left to live.
Make no mistake, "The Messiah" whenever you hear the rumors don't try to find someone who born to make other people just like him, same race same blood, healthy. What you will find is someone just doing his job nothing else. He forced to call himself as "medic" not "messiah".
Your specie is endless, but not enough to dominate.
Shotted by a Sony Ericson K750i - worked up on Adobe Photoshop CS2
This story could be written today, cold as reality.
Capitalism death should draw near.
Capitalism death should draw near.
