Alone
Black paint dripping off my garments. These were like gold, at least from this royal bloodline.
Spit. PLOP. It looked like blood. Only it was redder. Clap Clap Clap. The devil knocks at the door, but you wouldn’t know; I know.
The interview went well. First, establishing dominance with both and putting ego at peace; we would proceed.
Yeah, I was a year late and three years early. It didn’t matter though. Most were still unaware that spaceship earth had left its path long ago and was now hurling to a future of new and a past of old.
Cognitively aware. Insanely committed. Also, divinely neutral.
The oracles were accounted for. The weaponry had arrived. Alone, we walk at night.