The Harvester by K Trap Jones

Author:K Trap Jones [Jones, K Trap]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blood Bound Books
Published: 2015-07-10T22:00:00+00:00

V: LAMB

My name has become well versed across the land.

It flows through the ears of the weak

And battles with the strong.

It passes over the lips of the great

And lifts with the tongues of the dead.

It has become a symbol of fear.

I have shed many emotions.

I have been confused by my memories;

Angered by my visions.

I have been resentful of the humans;

Tempted by my own sins.

I have been guilty of greed, lust, envy,

Pride, sloth, gluttony and wrath.

I have been hurt from the pain; afraid from the fear.

I have been depressed by my mind;

Weakened at my crossroads.

But there was one emotion that I had not yet endured.

There was one emotion that was hidden from me

Throughout all I had experienced.

An emotion which would be my undoing.

An emotion directed toward God himself.

One so detrimental that it should be the eighth sin.

The emotion of disappointment.

God had forsaken me and cursed my faith with doubt.

All of which occurred with the birth of a son.

During one of my travels to ensure the progress of sin,

I had been visiting a local preacher

Who broke free from my scripted words

And spoke of a son; a Lamb of God.

From my slumbering state, I awoke with greedy ears.

It was infallible that God would have a son

And for what purpose; what cause?

I became angry with myself for falling victim

To the preacher’s story of enlightenment.

Outside, I was met with joy and anticipation;

Both of which I despised greatly.

With my sins fully entrenched within society,

It should not be fathomable to have such pleasure.

With the threat of my realm being their eternity,,

It was impossible to show such happiness.

The words of the preacher echoed through walls.

He said that God would soon visit a virgin

With the task of giving birth to a son.

I made my way to a different city.

While walking the corridors, I heard the tale once more.

A prophet standing on the corner spewing of the child.

All ears that heard him believed his words.

They left his presence with smiles.

An aura of happiness was shielding them from my sins.

Such a tale of deception that challenged my own.

Had one of my demons conjured that demented tale?

Every story had a beginning,

Even the twisted ones.

To study the foundation of the tale,

I chose to follow a preacher not yet infected.

For days, I appeared as his shadow.

The answer in which I sought

Did not arrive as easily as I had imagined.

To live the life of a preacher bored me,

But one night while the preacher slept,

A cool breeze flowed into his abode.

Hidden well within the shadows,

I watched as an angel flew into his room.

She hovered over him and whispered into his ear.

The servants of God visiting preachers?

My mind plagued me with questions.

I remained in the shadows until the angel left.

Upon the rise of the sun,

I followed the preacher to his congregation.

As his gathering filtered in to their seats.

His cheerfulness spread amongst the audience.

A new religious notion counteracting my own.

Why was the birth of a son important to mankind?

Every city I walked through, every village

Spread the story of the upcoming child.

Sins became overshadowed.

My work, my deeds, my conquest;

All pushed aside.

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