Hue-Man

by **Trix13** Wed May 06, 2009 8:07 am

Chapter Sun

The human, an intelligent creature that speaks, thinks, breathes and feel. In the start it's just darkness, during this point we are nothing, but a test subject in God's game. If we are able to live, and survive the first level, then we see the light. Innocent, no role really played, or so we think. Our birth is made of sin, original sin. Fine, that is a given, but what about the concieving of so called sin. One night stands, traps, gifts, we are them all. Some of us are mistakes, some of us become blessings, some of us bonds, while the rest stay as memories, fading to concreted from the one who gave us birth. We are either accepted or rejected. Now the real game begins.
Once accepted by someone, we start to rise. Giggles to talking, crawling to walking, still bearing the orignal sin, the innocent. Are we dealt a fair hand in the start of the game? Most people say babies automatically get into heaven, while others say they are doomed to purgatory. God, Allah, Buddha, whatever you call your higher power, are they really this cynical? To place us in a place we don't wanna be, and expect so much from us we drown in the puddle of sin. Should we really be held responisble for the mistakes others have made, especially before us? That is your question to answer.
Upon the board, we move, we grow in strength, and find that the world is a cold cruel place. There are some, heroes, that give us encouragement and help us develop the skills needed, others villians who play the role they were ment to play; destroying anything they deem unworthy in their eyes. The rest either become pit stops or scenery to give your mind's eye bookcover. Though how many of us actually pick up the book, and venture in. The problem is, is getting lost in this library. Many fantasies, harsh realities, and knowledge seep from each bind, yet the age has changed that. Instead of learning and realizing we set ourselves up for one fall right after another. The Rinse and Repeat cycle.
We are everything yet we are nothing. We lie in what we believe is an abyss, yet it's a shallow creek, that we can rise at any given moment. Most lay there hoping for the world to revolve around them, some rise only to descend back, others rather get lost and never get found again. We no longer embrace the new day with renown hope, instead we accept fate and leave the pieces to fall as they land. The richest people in our world, turned destiny and tricked her out.