September Sixth

Come September Sixth, one lively soul on this globe, Orkay, sheds his disease. He exercises his volition. He lets go his longing for an unworthy sufferer, Majiji. Orkay dreamed of sharing Majiji's troubles and suffer on Majiji's behalf. He sought to forget the world for a piece of contradictions, Majiji. He is thenceforth liberated, alive again, restored to his original self. Peace be upon the sufferer, for it is doomed to suffer. Peace be upon Majiji, for Majiji can only suffer and one can only hope, Majiji can withstand the pain. The pain wrought by longing souls all around, put forth by multitudes of heart aches, increased by the multitudes of desires to own Majiji. Majiji is set to rotten in the world of ephemeral beauty, to degrade to a symbolic death and decay made disgraceful only by the fragile and fleeting quality of Majiji's attractions.

The celebrating entity, Orkay, takes a decision. To give indifference to the sufferer Majiji. Majiji is confused. It was always confused. Indifference for life. While happiness takes over the heart of Orkay, doom envelopes the inners of Majiji. Things in this universe always square up. Pain wrought on Orkay was to square an earlier mistake. This pain of his finds its square in the pain of Majiji. Pain stays no where but in the heart of bitches who give it.

It was banal attraction that Orkay had suffered. Commonplace, is the longing for bitches. That longing is what makes them one.

September sixth, is a day on which one soul stops crying and another, pity can't help, starts wandering in the vast, unending lands of wilderness. Crusades that split that hapless soul into twelve equal pieces, blood oozing out of it.

Chance once lost is lost for good, for, goodness knocks only once. Let peace be upon the sufferer. Have a peaceful hell.