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  THE VOICE (of faith and evil) "I believe the world itself can blind you with its banal sweet-honey taste, making you forget who you truly are. It's so easy to fall for it without even realizing about it. Sometimes I so hate it!" Thought he while staring at the gloomy morning that somehow felt as if carrying a burden of pessimism on its shoulders.  "I'd say that this world itself makes your spirit bloom in its rightful and truthful nature" a voice whispered. "Besides, what would you be if it wasn't for this world that you somehow have conquered and shaped to your own convenience?. This world, as you put it, has not left you out, furthermore it has complied to your wishes and whims". The soft tone of the whispered voice added. "There you are wrong! We know perfectly well that I am what I am through my God-given free will and that it is through His help that I have lived and experienced things out of His mercy so that I could shape my perso

  CONVERSING And the room was dimmed by the pale light of a candle which cast his curved shadow against the wall. Even his shadow seemed more alive than he ever had been. "Pale Tortured Blue" being played, And it crushed him, And he knew it, And it tortured him, And he knew it, It was painful, And he knew it. "Your soul seems to want to leave the cage of your body, my dear." "I see you're back after such a long time." "And I see you have missed me dearly." The bottle of darkened red wine standing right in front of him as he took it and gently poured some of its content in a glass. He then poured some more in another glass as he lit up a thin menthol cigarette. Oh, and the melody of the song playing sadness and sorrow, a festival of tears and pain engulfing his being, tightening around his already shattered heart, And it crushed him, And his soul crying for mercy, And the prison of his body keeping it locked, And he knew it.   "I have per