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Monday, March 10, 2014

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Come With Me Now   by Kongos  






Two brothers shook hands: well met as brothers should be.


Neither of these two recognized the other until their hands touched and they met eyes.


Then they saw each other for whom they truly were.  One had killed the other, and that one withdrew his hand from the other in disgust.


The Chairman of them Purple Robes watched this happen.


He’d known that he was part of a triangle of power, but now, he understood that he held the upper hand in this new game.


The other two immediately hid their shock and turned back to the Chairman.


He smiled.  He said, “Good to see you two together again.  Now, we have some considerations.  The behavior of the maid means that we are under attack.  We need to talk, but not here.  Follow me.  Kendal, come.”


The bodyguard who followed these three said, “Locked and loaded, Chairman Hegan.  No harm will come to you three men.”


















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Several floors above, Emeralda finished breast feeding her baby and then dressed him in clean clothing.  She understood that time was of the essence.  It was locked into her  DNA from her culture that a woman must always be prepared for the worst.  How sad to enjoy a life of great wealth with a cloud as dark as doom hovering overhead.



She packed up the go-bags in her walk-in closet and her eyes began to moisten.  She coughed hard and stuffed all emotion down deep.  Now was not the time to be weak.  She would protect her children.


Emeralda finished packing them bags for her baby; for her young daughter at a sleep-over off the estate at a friend’s home, and for herself.  She carried an adult passport, stacks of high cash, and of course, clothing.


She would need to be very quiet as she left.


A fortress is a tomb unless there are avenues for escape for those inside.  These must remain hidden and unknown from possible infiltrators, or worse yet: sabotage.


Someone had attacked their fortress form inside, and this meant that no one was safe there.



She would let the men attend to what it is best that men do: War.



She would follow her instincts and protect her children.



In her mind, Emeralda considered the differences between the old life she once lived in Armedmenia and the one she shared now with the new Purple Robes there in that ugly megalopolis of Fuckno.



This new land afforded wealth where the old one held true to their belief system.  Call it religion, call it connection to the land or call it their own Truth,


well, the old ways would protect her now.   The prophesies in her old ways were many, and a new one was unfolding, as it would.  The outcome looked grim.



In this one, there would be a plague of the dead and dying, and the ones who would feed on the flesh of the living.



Emeralda did not know the great amount of accuracy that this new prophesy held, nor did she know how much of it had already occurred.




She would soon find out, as she left.



God Help You.

God Help Us All.

---willies out.



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