Christophe's Unmasking & Empowering

“This is an extract of a poem from a short story I wrote. Christophe contemplates the power and meaning behind words. He finally decides to use them, to unspool the threaded canvas of truth and reveal it to all. He aims to impress especially Quamie, his mentor. This is his way of giving back, a kind of gratuity, if you will, to heap upon the boundless appreciation he has showered already. ” ~ Grey

“They’ve got nothing on us

Try their best, they may

Even tell Kronos

But he’s got zilch to do

Back to Mykonos whence he came

Followed by a chorus of hurrays.

What we have is latent power

Alien in origin and resting in our lifeblood

Longing for the key to awaken

This a king’s mandate and his onus

We have been different

Act different, talk different, see different

It feels almost surreal at times to see what is right in front of you all the damn time

A burdensome experience bestowed only on the different

Even more world-redefining is having unhindered epiphanies and revelations in real time

An experience that looks like the veil is lifted and all you see is the invasion of white light

This white light pierces through the ether of blackness; Eigengrau and its characteristic vastness

A never-ending privilege in the current zeitgeist

They understand that we have heavenly honours.

We move unlike the conventional

We move like what normal was meant to move like

I’ve seen the crimson on this side of the world

it has been made out to be pretty

Lies!

Color grading and its shading by the media and the worldly powers

have you doubting the realness of the truth that be

It is not burgundy like they purport with the hope of hiding their intentions to distort

It is barefaced and bold, gory and painted blood like the abattoir

The truth is in the writing

Face it with the conviction buried underneath your skin, you’re not two anymore

Plagued no more by the syndrome of fear-induced bed soiling

So what if they sling nightmarish scenarios like mud pies at you that may be real in resemblance

You would be quite alright; just maintain your inner balance

Better still be afflicted by their illusory smears

Wade through the faux pas that glistens the mouth of their spears

To them, it is the reimagining of the Titanomachy

I say let them pretend to be covert, deluded that you’re none the wiser

Gird yourselves in the yore of mythical Greece they invoke

They are on the losing end of the story

Forever and ultimately destined to fall on their swords

You control the narrative

With your own language, your words” – Christophe Till