Maniac's Mirror, Page 2

Spineless from the start, sucked into the part

  Circus comes to town, you play the lead clown

  Spreading his disease, living by his story

  Falling to your knees, suffer for his glory

  Time for lust, time for lie

  Time to kiss your life goodbye

  Marvel at his tricks, need your Sunday fix

  Blind devotion came, rotting your brain

  Chain, chain

  Join the endless chain

  Taken by his glamour

  Fame, Fame

  Infection is the game

  Stinking drunk with power

  Witchery weakening

  See the sheep are gathering

  Set the trap, hypnotize

  Now you follow 

  7. Act of Creator

  When my training was completed I went to Shanur, and I revealed my identity myself to Shanurians, they were slightly amazed as they were unable to trace me. They started trying their methods to torment me, but they didn’t know that I took a training in a virtual Shanur created by Arizel, there by telling lies she had taught me how to speak the truth and by telling truths she made me learn how to lie (Shanurians could never guess whether I was thinking a truth or a lie). After a long conflict I killed Zuveta and restricted the Shanurians within their realm and trapped them in a world I created Kryptil. Kryptil was a dimension which was once destroyed by the unknown evil power that used to follow me. Now Shanurians can't travel in other dimensions they stay in the one in which they are, hence can’t interfere with the lives of other beings the way they used to. Now only a good Shanurian can possess the old powers, there are few good Shanurians who have become my allies, they still roam in all the dimensions for the good of the universe.

  I am long forgotten and no one knows me. I searched and searched for my fragments so that we could together achieve the same powers as of a Shanurian but I never found one. Wherever I roam people they react in strange ways when they see me. They think I am a Sysandrian about whom they have only heard about them from their ancestors.

  Has he lost his mind?

  Can he see or is he blind

  Can he walk at all?

  Or if he moves will he fall?

  Is he live or dead?

  I see thoughts within his head why should we even care

  We’ll just pass him there

  He was turned to steel in the great magnetic field

  When he travelled time

  For the future of mankind

  Nobody wants him

  He just stares at the world

  Planning his vengeance

  That he will soon unfurl

  Vengeance from the grave

  Kills the people he once saved

  Nobody wants him they just turn their heads

  Nobody helps him now he has his revenge

  8. Cosmic connection

  Now in different dimensions many groups or clubs have come into existence who know about me and many different secrets of mine but they do not share these secrets with their world. I have listened to both preachers and fools I do not take provocations seriously unless it’s about justice. Wherever I go I try to teach others what Arizel had taught me. Arizel told me in my biggest mission I won’t be alone whoever is she, one or many, machine or sentient, Arizel will be with me on that mission, I won’t be alone. Sometimes I lose trust and think that Arizel might be one of the Kilkanuks as she has tried to trap me in her snares so many times, by coming in some or the other form in my life. I get stuck in her web every time, it’s true till now whatever she did was for my own good, she has helped me to survive, I’m bruised but alive. Arizel used to say when all the secrets will be revealed everyone will be happy. Someday I’ll stand before her and she'll take me to the silent giver who gives without measure.

  9. A broken promise

  Despite Arizel’s warning, I married willingly. Next morning I woke up in a different world, and I was unable to speak. It was a futuristic world; the brave new world Arizel had told me about. It was beyond the Arindhara universe and had only one dimension, they called it the Toolshed. Nobody here knew me; I became a nomad I was happy, but I always wondered why Arizel told me not to marry.

  PART 2