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One day when the sky was grey
and it seemed to grow darker by the hour among a little but fiery crowd that debated on the destruction of the earth and all of its good people Antichrist, that presided all that, saw something as a light within him something that shook him so bad that he couldn't speak As if he was trying to convince himself of the non existence of the light he tried to speak and than to yell and than to howl but nobody heard him Chaos conquered for the first time chaos in his room he stood still scared even to breathe because the light from within grew stronger brighter and more powerfull with every struggle agaist it He tried to kill a little insect but he couldn't cause a few tears escaped from his eyes to the mere thought of that He tried to destroy a chair but he couldn't cause a kind of remorse for the craftman got free from his newly acquired heart He wanted to scream, to feel the need for revenge but his heart punched in the chest so hard he fainted One day when the sky was grey and grew darker by the hour the hourglass turned itself up and a soft blue patch of young sky took over the heart of Antichrist a red rose pierced his left hand blood sprung, a red delude in miniture that spread itself all over his creation flooded every crack and crevices of wall bones, thoughts and dreams reshaping evil into goodness And that is simply because a new man was born within him freeing the old one from his chaines of necessary evil For the first time Antichrist had a choise and it was a good one of love over hate life over death forgiveness over revenge something that even God thought it was strange but this is the power of the heart a twin force of love and light
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