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Nov. 1, 2004 Let the ceremony begins! The sky was shaking by crowd attendance, waiting the next ruler mounts on the throne and the coronation. Crowds' bellows were beating on thousand sides Long live the ruler! The smiled, happy rosy faces exalted with courage proof that the hope is still a-live. For the wise man this ceremony looks like masquerade and these words for it, echoing in distance as Long live the beast! The idolatry in other words means crises and deficiency of instrument for proper reasoning about general situation and types for elementary needs. Loss of identity is the reason for exhausted quest for idol. The idol is a sly creature that manipulates with depth implanted requests which endeavor to idealism. He stands in front of the crowd and it seems to the people like great sculpture. Their little misty eyes drown in daily misery can't surmount the real perspective. The sculpture chews in the mouth the word Salvation. He stares at the small stains with the serpent eyes and when he smiles inside the oral cavity gleamed wolfish teeth, leaking up the venom through them and while it reaches to the poor small stains, evaporated, so the crowd only feels strange aroma, around. The spell scent instigates the thunderous singing, screaming, excitement. They rise up their languid hands, open up the hungry black lips, within a less residue of blood by the idols-bloodsuckers from the past. The helpless crowd celebrates in the name of the Hope. The idol rises up one hand, the crowd lifts up both of them like testimony the faith is born. Sitting on the throne with the crown on his head and velvet cloak on, the idol feels comfortable but day by day became littlt bit lazy and by now he moves only with his golden finger. Beside the crowd lifted the hands, it was hoping to see this beautiful ornamentation and mottle. He got up and mixed with his own people to know better each other and they beg to catch a velvet smell over the fleece skin. If the idol feels happiness the crowd shares with him, if the idol moans all people drown in collective grief. On the next approach the idol comes up and move the both golden fingers by showing exclamation and it warns the people that he has been caught by the cloud of suspicion about un-completely adherence. This idol face transformed into beast and claws sprouted instead of nails. The crowd with screwed faces, wide opened eyes and aghasted noticed it. The hands are dropped, the legs are stiffened. He is satisfied. At last he showed his real face. The wise man lifted up the hand and yelled: Here comes the beast! It could be heard excuse that the idol was funny maker. The infuriated mass was rolling like a ball near the beast throne and broke up its trestles. The beast was overthrown and he looked the fight by down perspective, so he had no choice, joined to this muddy composition. It was so "sad". The people forgot the idol. The furious sides ate up each other by habit. They played ace of spades-said Orwell in his book "Animal farm". ------------ About the author Marjana Zisovska: I live in Republic of Macedonia, I write short-stories and have a book with hopes that they will publish it in the future. Email: rockcult@myway.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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