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Initiated a combination of truth to open the gate. Persuated by thoughts of common invisibility. The mysterious ground, ligthend only by pathetic insulting torch-bearer. The cultivated Romes defeat dramatically passed by, my lonely thougths. Carrying an empty bag of relief. I sat by his side.

“Bastards of Opium.”. I thought about his last words. Purified sentence. Properly covered in lies and celebration. He awe of dieing. Wanted to. Needed to. Only to conceal what seems to be Romes last secret.

I selfcultivated the secret. Burried it underneath the skin. Concealed it. For good. Garry was the only one, to realize what really was going on. He predicted the future, despite the fact that he was blind. Depicted the way to solve the illusive complication. He was not corresponding to acknowledged facts or criteria. His assumption was made only to shine believes. His Belives. Only His.

Against his prediction I ended his life. Took it right away, in a snap of a second. I had the power. He hadn’t. I knew that. I made a stop to his obtuse dreams. And so his story ends here. No more mentioning him again.

Gloria; Tanned, black, venerated beauty. Involved in the aftermatch of ‘Romes mysterious’. And the only survivor of Romes indignified defeat. She once delineated “that evil is always around. We try hard not to adjust it to the reality. If it ultimately passes our gates, its dramatic consequense cling us to anger and concludes our affectionate mind.”. Her pictorially depiction was bright and polished. Today she was no where to find. But her spotted honour was in fact seen not long ago in CPH. We must find her. I must find her.

Eleusis’ diary 23:21