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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 faint voice whispered, hollowed and distant. "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 whispering 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 s

"Ohhh... the sun is already out... I wonder if I have any new messages.... Nope... of course not... Okay, I have to get up and take a quick shower before heading to the gym." That was Brian, just a simple next-door type of man in his mid-thirties, who happened to be living another day of his systematic life. Nothing was accidental, nothing was by chance, nothing was surprising. Everything was insanely and uninterestingly routine without falling into the pit of perfectionism. In fact, he was far from that notion. He was more systematic than anything else. He would do his job as usual, eat the same food mostly, and go to the same places repeatedly, even though he would at times say to himself, "Hmm, this weekend there will be nice weather... I should go somewhere nice and new." But you and I know he would not do so. As he ate a banana right after his shower, he glanced through the window to check if the gym in front, where he went, was already open. "Alright, I b

He woke up. His face showing the lines that life has provided him with, yet with the gift of wisdom and serenity. He has one of those faces that evoke trust and a pair of light brown eyes  roofed up by gre-bushy eyebrows. One can easily get lost in pleasure when staring into those eyes that encapsulate calmness and sternness. He was like that, and what you see is what you get. Just simplicity. That morning, his heart beat with exhilaration  as eagerness invaded him and his mind felt like streams of water pervaded in colors, his thoughts scattered yet focused on the horizon of his emotions. It was one of those moments in which inspiration moved him to the core letting him know that something needed to be done so as to quench the thirst of his creativity. It was an impulse that would take up  his mind and wouldn't abandon his host until the task was completed. He certainly enjoyed the ritual in which these feelings overpowered him since it made him feel alive, and that after all, the

I remember the time I would spread my wings wide, I remember the sun warming and caressing my face, no need to hide just as I was soaring to the skies, I sensed you near, I let myself go as I abandoned all fear. One day, I jumped up high, I let my wings open in the last minute, one day, I felt free and light, as my own soul held me by the hands, as we circled the skies in a frenzy dance. in a crazy spin, just feeling the joy within. You remind me of freedom, of a young soul, in the vast skies eager to soar, let us fly away, play in a field of dreams, covered in rainbow streams. Let us spread our wings and transcend the skies, transcending day and night our spirits rise, just as we abandon the flesh cage, we return to the place where we belong, we are anew, nothing is wrong.