Publisher's Synopsis
The Everlasting Resurrection from Deception is the continuation to The theatrical Melodia of my Life Chronicle 6 KREA PREA (TM) an additional recreation to my perception, based on my Literature. An exposé to my journey's end, where I fell into a trance, where I had nowhere else to turn but back to the enemy to agonise me.
Where my anguish took over and I could not see clearly, all I could see ahead of me was debris. Where the words of discrimination that were thrown at my every direction was overcrowding my mind and decisions. I was heading towards an evolution creating a constitution, a development not worth its weight in gold. I fell in a trap of dead ends, and every time I hit a conclusion, I was trapped in confusion. A method that ended up becoming a death threat an additional beheading with motivation. In the end of that race, without knowledge just disgrace I hit a happy ending, an interrogation that handed me a test of endurance. To encourage me to make the right decisions, where this time around I was calm, cool and collective that's when I knew I hit a selective. Another avenue, where I had to interpret the truth, a comprehension to kindly repeat report and cause an effect. The one I needed to keep up with the programme, and reprogramme my head. As I was on my path to Complete compel and resurrect, my mask was removed and the task was over, Creating an entourage. For many who tried to live vicariously through me could not wait to throw me off track and assonate me. When I hit that final Masquerade, that was it for me, I gave in, for all it did was create an anomaly. A revelation to the next destination, one to kindly reveal another rude awakening. A fresh start, where my train of thought confused the outcome.I could not see beyond what I knew, for I was being crucified by those who assumed they knew better and saw more. In fact, without my consent all they saw was deception. I was collaborating with the corrupt out of my control, not aware they hired me as their muse, handing me bad news. Framing me at every conviction assuming they had permission. Those who were causing the effects, hoping they could return use me once again, taking a glimpse of a future event.
What a Dead end for this time around I am neither a friend or a foe I was passing through click and collecting whatever they knew. A curse I could reverse because I came first, lining the corrupt up for a final, a vendetta with denial in primavera.
For all it was worth it gave me a chance in advance to get out of that feast without them knowing and repeating another gamble for I hit my pinnacle. What a lucky shot where this time around I found my way through, cutting the corrupts edge and when I caught them in the act they snapped. Where they failed and counteracted towards the wrong direction, What a fake and final resurrection to the corrupts mission handing me conditions I needed to rise above the conceded Assuming that will cut me off, but all it did was hand me a foundation, and the freedom to clear the air and condition another revision. A Resurrection added with a competition. What a pledge I had to carry through, a rupture towards what I call a recall, a method that gave me the indication I hit a milestone completed a Goal. A complication no longer nor was I going to sit back and wait for another Happy Ending to ponder. For now time will tell, what can I say I am about to contaminate the soul provider who called the shots and left me on the path finalising another crossover! Thank you for the memories, Malarka!
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