Kiling Life part 2 - An Adventure of a Deathtime

Consider the possibility that death wasn’t momentary – maybe it is as long as life. Wouldn’t you give death a chance – the benefit of doubt?

Your partner in this adventure of a deathtime is life. The love of your life – life itself. What do you cherish more than your life – what is more precious?

There was once a warrior of light – a divine child who fought for peace since his childhood. His purpose, as told by the league of retarded prophets, was to bring peace to the lives of people around him.

These retarded prophets had never seen peace for themselves, never brought peace to anyone. They were all a rambling liability upon his miniscule soul. Nonetheless, he fought. He fought till his heart pumped tar into his veins. Insides were hollow – carved out of acid that he drank in order to save anyone, and everyone.

Then came a day when he met his saviour. He found lurking around in the night his only companion – his life. This was not an oppurtunity of a lifetime. It was an adventure of a deathtime. You have to consider the possibility that death is not momentary.

This was a profound moment in this dumb predicament. The next few battles they fought together. Furious and unsure as he was, he would never let life get in the way of the inevitable.

Once you know what has to be done, it is only a matter of when. Your life is your cradle of insanity.

It was soon evident that his glory was no longer his. Life was innocently deceptive. The warrior was beginning to lose his identity as the saviour. Instead, his life was given all the admiration – whatever was left of it. “After all, he is a result of his life”, they said.

Anything worth dying for must be worth living for. In the moment of desperation, the reverse holds true for everything. This is not madness. This is something more acute and less simple.

The warrior decided to kill his life for good. This has already happened. You are one of the retarded prophets. You must know this by now.

In their last battle together, the world came to fall. They were ambushed and pulled apart.

Trapped and powerless, he was indeed about to die. It is true what they say – that your life flashes in front of you when you’re about to die. It was about time. With all her stolen glory, his life shone and the area was clear of demons for escape. It’s not long before they come back. Go, now.

As we speak, the retarded prophets have noticed a shift in the divine starline. Waiting desperately to shrink, succumb and disappear as a black hole, he has not lost his will to live.

There has been a glitch in time. He has not lost his will to live. But his life is dead.

He cannot die for he’s a warrior by birth – a divine child with an unprecedented purpose. So he cannot die, neither can he live, for his life is dead. And with his glory lost, the dead cannot be resurrected.

In between this strange phenomenon of life and death, there exists this stranger predicament. Here, you’re alive and desperate to live, but for some distant and unknowable reason your life is dead.

You’ll forever be haunted by the idea that once you wanted your life dead. This is beyond madness, and hence beyond cure.