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The Reckoning is the extension to my series of my Odyssey Theories, The Theatrical Melodia of my life Chronicle 7.A recommendation, evaluating my journey's end, a follow up to reliving a nightmare. Where I took it, one day at a time entertained with an embodiment, a picture-perfect moment. Scheming at every emotional thrust, losing faith and my integrity where the truth drove me to insanity. No longer was I going to justify my actions nor limit my strengths to search for Peace. There was no doubt in my mind that my ideas were flourishing, and the obstacles that I came across were nourishing my new beginning. Leaving me finalizing everything to early. For those who solemnly swore were, always on my case returning to repeat report with an Evil eye. Leading me towards a brink of irrationality, trying to break free from that sense of reality. Where I freaked out, because I was being attacked spiritually.Psychoanalyzing the truth, had left me questioning my every point of view, even the parts that I couldn't deal with, because the next turn of events turned into a threat in the end. A vulgar attempt to give the corrupt a chance to return, restore their energy again. A hit on the run, where I returned hitting a home run, assuming I could recreate the outcome, delaying the mission was the only way out. All while entering the unknown, I found myself trying to fight my way through a dead end, labelling that death threat instead of cancelling it.Trying to stay true to myself had me wasting valuable time too, waiting for that day, I hit Judgement Day. Only to witness when I arrived on the day questioned, I hit a hold up, went back in time, about repeat a crime. Framed again, a momentum where I had the chance to get justice from that freak show, a final blow, .Where I found one door opening, the other adjourned, locked shut, waiting for me to return and hit the corrupt. Because there was a dubbing, a double Agent in the mist of all Evil was summoning me. Laying the Law trying to lay me to rest before my time. Entering my Realm stepping on my boundaries while I was setting them, settling in, unwelcomed.Stirring the pot wanting to pick a fight, warned to secrecy, to see when I will take the bait, for what they had installed for me was a challenge based on resolving a conflict, one I didn't agree too.Where both parties were to agree, and every time I hit my pinnacle there was always an agent ready to hand me a key. A cutting edge, added with judgements, a chronicle of events that left me splitting hairs. If I didn't pass their criteria, I would be back embracing my cold heart. Back where I started, heaving at every pardon, for knowing the truth didn't surprise me at all. For I built a sturdy foundation around that milestone. I was feeding off it periodically, holding a grudge refused to be used, abused left to suffer in silence because if it.Misunderstood, mistreated made to be absolutely talented with fury. Feeding off me made them believe they had power to see beyond recognition. In fact, it was restoring my energy at every composition. They dispersed then burst, creating a war in my peace, where the jargon had me burnt and disgusted by the entrance.Finalising a righteous passageway to Nomad, a piece resisting the truth just to cleanse my spirit. What a delay I hit, just to return repeat that gamble. Paraphrasing an opportunity to rewrite my testimonial my way. Leading those Agents towards a pathway of Heresy a travesty to gamble their life way.Where the truth will set me free for that dispute that created the War in my Peace was a dead end, a final death threat making me out to be a fabricator no longer, just a fighter until the end, as I continue to ponder. Amen

The Everlasting Resurrection from Deception is the continuation to The theatrical Melodia of my Life Chronicle 6 KREA PREA (TM) an additional recreation to my perception, based on my Literature. An exposé to my journey's end, where I fell into a trance, where I had nowhere else to turn but back to the enemy to agonise me. Where my anguish took over and I could not see clearly, all I could see ahead of me was debris. Where the words of discrimination that were thrown at my every direction was overcrowding my mind and decisions. I was heading towards an evolution creating a constitution, a development not worth its weight in gold. I fell in a trap of dead ends, and every time I hit a conclusion, I was trapped in confusion. A method that ended up becoming a death threat an additional beheading with motivation. In the end of that race, without knowledge just disgrace I hit a happy ending, an interrogation that handed me a test of endurance. To encourage me to make the right decisions, where this time around I was calm, cool and collective that's when I knew I hit a selective. Another avenue, where I had to interpret the truth, a comprehension to kindly repeat report and cause an effect. The one I needed to keep up with the programme, and reprogramme my head. As I was on my path to Complete compel and resurrect, my mask was removed and the task was over, Creating an entourage. For many who tried to live vicariously through me could not wait to throw me off track and assonate me. When I hit that final Masquerade, that was it for me, I gave in, for all it did was create an anomaly. A revelation to the next destination, one to kindly reveal another rude awakening. A fresh start, where my train of thought confused the outcome.I could not see beyond what I knew, for I was being crucified by those who assumed they knew better and saw more. In fact, without my consent all they saw was deception. I was collaborating with the corrupt out of my control, not aware they hired me as their muse, handing me bad news. Framing me at every conviction assuming they had permission. Those who were causing the effects, hoping they could return use me once again, taking a glimpse of a future event.What a Dead end for this time around I am neither a friend or a foe I was passing through click and collecting whatever they knew. A curse I could reverse because I came first, lining the corrupt up for a final, a vendetta with denial in primavera.For all it was worth it gave me a chance in advance to get out of that feast without them knowing and repeating another gamble for I hit my pinnacle. What a lucky shot where this time around I found my way through, cutting the corrupts edge and when I caught them in the act they snapped. Where they failed and counteracted towards the wrong direction, What a fake and final resurrection to the corrupts mission handing me conditions I needed to rise above the conceded Assuming that will cut me off, but all it did was hand me a foundation, and the freedom to clear the air and condition another revision. A Resurrection added with a competition. What a pledge I had to carry through, a rupture towards what I call a recall, a method that gave me the indication I hit a milestone completed a Goal. A complication no longer nor was I going to sit back and wait for another Happy Ending to ponder. For now time will tell, what can I say I am about to contaminate the soul provider who called the shots and left me on the path finalising another crossover! Thank you for the memories, Malarka!Mafia Malarkias! Happy ReadingAmen

The Manuscript is part two of the second coming, a follow-up from the 1st Chronicle, The Theatrical Melodia of my life. Initiated by my inner thoughts and my fighting spirit to cave in on a concept based on my own theories of how I perceive society. I have crossed many paths and skipped a few momentums, for I wanted to live to see another day I did not want to surrender by foul play or fall into a trap of procrastination. What a sense of relief, when I realized I was just passing through, creating a temperament, while restoring my energy. Terrorized by the past, tempted by the views of those who assume hitting me and running will solve their issues, continuing on their path soldiering on like I never existed. While I was learning a lesson and creating a piece, I was being inspired by the spirit to release peace. During that whole ordeal, I could sense foul play, with a touch of adolescence and as Ideocracies go, I ceased to wonder why I reacted the way I did. Obviously, it had to do with power and the way the corrupt play it, it had me questioning their method all the way. Leaving a poison in the atmosphere, where the world went into chaos and it handed me the energy to follow through and feed off the synergy. As I took that lie all with a stride, I counteracted with a few, and stirred the pot too, to get a reaction for inspiration. Because I needed to follow up on a dream lay the law, report those who were misleading me. No longer have the power to trap pretend or connect in the end just redeem another conviction. The assumption became an interuption handing them a foundation, to give them power to interpret and follow up on another destination. All I handed was a statement, a stream of events that messed up the concept but not my head. Because that method was a presentation to help me get ahead and harm those who were creating a war in my peace. Returning at a later date, releasing energy following up on another recipe, I had to remain consistent, a reminder that my fighting spirit was being tarnished. Where I refused to waste another day on a lost cause. For corrupt were caving in on the concept to get through, leaving me on the brink of having a nervous breakdown so they can achieve their goals. What a scheme I had to undo before it took over my destiny right through, I needed to reestablish my point of view, read between the lines, and work at it at my own pace. Lining the corrupt up for another feast one where they no longer have the power to the peak. Planting a seed, left them stagnant, all so, I can succeed in lining them up for another feed. Before I got caught up in another feast, I needed to return the favor, make sure there was no follow-up to that present day, that made my light darken and the corrupt shine all the way. I resented the fact I was pulled out of my comfort zone to save those who had no intention of giving me a chance of redemption. Allowing those who knew to govern my spirit, right through, was giving me half a chance to relive my destiny. The other half was handed to them periodically where my luck changed. I was ghosted and they were working in unison feeding me doubt. I fell into a trap, what was considered bad then now, will be a normal trait in the future! It makes you wonder what the new norm will be in years to come from now! Having said that a human mind is a powerful tool and if you know how to use it you can get more done in a minute you just need to feed your mind and body by keeping them active. My method was a gamble and I tested my patience and got a taste of venom, well played, by whoever wanted to challenge my spirit all the way. I Hope The Manuscript Chronicle 2, kindly serves you well, for it is my inspirational piece, a key to sacrificing those lost souls that are dead to me!

The Final Revelation to those who Solemnly Swear Chronicle 5, is the continuation of my Series of the Theatrical Melodia of my Life, based on my journey; I sincerely believe those who faith in themselves, should follow their pride salvage their soul, will eventually get thereExperience has taught me, there is no prize in the end do not tread on the energy that serves you because when you do you will find yourself hitting a final review. It is a gamble, when you compete, there are others who fight to repeat. Just to get in delete delay putting you through hell al the way>Leading you onto the wrong direction, framing you at every resurrection. Lining you up for a dead-end destination, all by making you believe there helping you. In fact, they are the ones that hold you hostage, on the condition they feed off you, by feeding you malarky. Achieving a goal is admirable getting there and not rubbing your fellow man the wrong way to get through is another story. Whether it is right or wrong only time will tell all I know is I have had my fair share, of Death threats and stalkers several everywhere. Assuming I am dumb and I cannot see right through them, I was a late bloomer. I had been through trial, and error. Trusting the funding and even sacrificing to make my life better, only to lead me to a follow-up of a dilemma, that led me too here. Where I had to keep strong stay true, and alert. Moving forward. Following a dream, can be alarming and discerning. Yearning for a better life can take over your reality and you can lose your identity. A dream can turn against you, and become a nightmare too, if you allow those demons to get through a crisis created by peace to bring war. Trying to separate the dream from reality so you do not lose hindsight and forethought is another story. Whether you can make it happen; only time will tell. I should know I was on the path of making it happen falling into a trap of cancelation. For the foundation was predestined a prediction by someone who assumed he had the power to condition my mission, take over my soul and leave me pre-dining with the devil. If you are lucky enough to find your way through all challenges, what can I say let's just call it a day? When others see potential, they also see a threat and they will do anything to hit run and call it a debt. You just have to take every challenge as an experience and let it take its course. Having said that some methods are not worth chasing. for you end up wearing yourself out, carrying the burden, and wasting valuable time deleting it! Life is a gamble a gift a scheme added with shame and sin, to achieve goals and make them happen. You need to let it all in and accept it as a trace of a trap to hit the next trip down memory lane. A momentum you cannot resist you just have to persist. Everyone is given a chance; you just have to have a fighting spirit and not allow the energy of toxicity addictions to harm your Predictions. Facing your fears and accepting what life throws at you, whether it is good or bad.>Overall, those who know the Secret have a better chance of living their life. The rest a Dreamers prodding along hoping for something good to come along! Call it a never-ending story a presentation listing the faults of those who like to stay strong by feeding off the weak. AMEN To be continued

This book is based on my journey, the roller coaster I call life, my thought patterns my experiences. Of how I overcome, many turmoil's, and how it changed my perception. It led me to a destination that gave me tension. Where I felt I had no freedom or free or the will all I had was failure, added with faith, and the hope to overcome another fall. Feeding off the concept as I rise above it all! I lived with fear all my life I had too many frenemies, I was cheated with each stepping stone. I had so many challenges to overcome it was overwhelming. I could not face my dreams my demons took over I had too many night terrors. No freedom to condition or evaluate my passion to cover up and shut another gate.>Just exercise and shed a tear a day, because every day was a damn bad day, added with another abreaction. Competing with myself, delaying a destination to keep myself from losing another day. What a waste, looking back at it all now I wish I could state another fact, curse those who had it in for me to, somehow, where the assumption of attacking me backfired. Every time I gave up, I would have that thought in the back of my mind, not to give in and just keep fighting back from within. I would set a goal pass or fail, either way, I was just passing through. learning my lesson, now I am certain I was kept hostage by those who knew and assumed they could cave in on me right through.>I had too many enemies who wanted to become frenemies in the midst, of all evil. Trying their hardest to harvest in my realm, convincing me otherwise. I gave in, in the hope I had the spirit to fight back. For there was more power in numbers, I was the only person fighting a group. What can I say the knowledge and wisdom took over, I lost my thought pattern. As they say, time is of essence, I was gambling it every day. I needed to learn my lesson to keep up with the programmed and survive a whole lot of lies. I gave in, I knew if I did not, they would win and keep pestering me. Where I was stuck hovering a dark cloud over my head. Trying to prevent the corrupt from re-entering again. Hopefully, I can inspire others who read my book to overcome their challenges to for humanity, has lost its ethnicity and perception of reality.>No one really cares unless they have something to show for it. Faith and hope have lost their true value instead of looking from within to get the answers you need. For people go out of their way to feed off others to succeed! They look for victims by reading and entertaining themselves with their thoughts. Bribing deceiving then leading them on a wild goose chase all by getting their hopes up and then throwing them off the raider. I'm so tired of always building a shield around my spirit just so I can breathe.Having said that I am done pretending; I have had my fair share of referendums!>Prepare me for the next destination, because I'm a fossil in a divas body here, lock it in !!>Mind reading is a guessing game and those who create a second time around rarely have a chance to repeat it but if you do go back and delete it. Call it the melody of my life!

This book is the continuation, part 3 to the series of The Theatrical Melodia of my Life, a Revelation, a trial and error where I had to come up with an idea, to clear the air. Making sure my dream became a reality, that is when the stagnation and terror began and I knew I hit a final revelation. Where my destination was being tarnished and the only way, I could undo was to prepare myself for another clue. What was to be done to me, was a challenge I could not release, or find peace within myself, I had several enemies trying to screw me right through. Where I was to give in and play it their way or there will be hell to pay. I decided to test the patience too of those who knew, play it their way while I stir the pot a little licked the spoon leave a little bit behind in the hope I could get back on track. While challenging those who knew. Silently leaving them to create a follow-up. Just to cause an effect and recreate a feast for those who assume they have the power to release. I could sense I was being tormented by those who knew who hired others who had a clue, to push me off the edge so I never get through. In the end, how I perceived the world did not make a difference, all I knew is I hit a milestone at my own expense, at the end of one journey and the beginning of another I found myself in the middle of a challenge fighting for the truth. Creating a piece to challenge those who assumed they had the power to return release and devour.>I was quite aware of the dream and the drama that came with it there was no trace tie or trap what there was, was a conspiracy where I got a chance to break the chain in advance and start again.In the end, time is of the essence, and as precious as time can be it can also become your enemy. It's an entrance and a foundation to the next destination, where you just have to make do with what you have and what you are given because life is a given.>The world is what it is, and what we seek can also become oblique, torn between two worlds, a direction to reserve, while you create a better destination. For we are surrounded by corruption whether it's Political or anyone you cross paths with, it could also be family members and friends too. If someone envies you and wants a part of what you have to offer, they will do anything to harm you. I have come to the conclusion that there are many who have the energy to create a foundation to cause an effect and repeat another destination. Where if you are not careful you can fall into a trap where the journey creates a Rude Awakening. God knows I have many of those moments where the place in my heart was so heavy causing effects to keep from losing my mind.>Where if you don't accept their point of view, you will find yourself living in a world where there is no light at the end of every tunnel. The journey that was chosen was a waste because those who lead want to succeed and they don't care whom they harm along the way as long as they get their final say.