I am, what you have made me become.
My First Memory of life.
As an adult I was in a place what appeared to be a hospital operating room. Looking up at three lights in a triangle configuration, while I was lying face up on what appeared to be a gurney of some Kind.
I awoke from this episode to find myself confused of who I was, and where I am,. I was not the same person who I was previously. Looking around, the lights were gone, I was now in a crib, surrounded by bars, I could hear voices coming from somewhere, but they were not in the same room as I. An instinct or a curiosity of discovery took hold of me, as I very carefully, with the uncertainty of falling to the floor climbed over the railing of the place which held me a prisoner. I continued on my way, through a doorway, following the voices, because I had no Idea of where I was at until I was stopped by a narrow set of steps, the bottom of which seemed a mile down. I still remember the fear of the uncertainty of falling to the bottom, but that did not stop me. I sat down on my ass and slid one step at a time until I finally reached the bottom of the long narrow steps, and sat on the floor at the bottom.
A women's voice, was talking to somebody, but I have no recollection of who that person was, or could have been. Within the talking I understood that she was going to get somebody. As she was walking out of the area of the Kitchen she stumbled upon me. Then she exclaimed "Oh Moe-Joe, you are up! She didn't know I could climb out by myself well, I guess I won't be keeping you in a crib". Then mentioned something about getting my sister. For some odd reason I didn't like this women, she was talking to me in an overly friendly manner as if I was stupid. Some how I made it to the kitchen, and there it was; Evil, like a suckling to mother. "I don't know these people." I had the feeling I didn't trust her, but at the same time I don't remember any fear. Even though I was confused, I accepted the fact that I was Moe-Joe, that this was the beginning of my life. But I always thought that I was missing something, that I did not belong, and that I was alone. Contrary to what I was feeling at the time I had a strange feeling within me that there was a power or a thing which was watching over me, this just added to the confusion; I am alone, but not alone?
This was the beginning of what you have made me become. An object of your hideous, deceitful, sinful society, left to be abused, slandered, harassed, terrorized, ridiculed, and degraded. I am somewhat a mirror of you. A witness of what you have done to me! This is the beginning of my encounter with Moriarty and his bully, domineering mother.
There is a place that's not so grand.
The people call it "no mans land".
Some have lied; others have died.
Where do they go? Where do they thrive?
There are skulls, bones, and other grotesque things.
Big ugly creatures with long legs and wings.
The king looks down apon it's prey.
The war shall get worse with each passing day.