Flash Fiction 19

Sick of this world.. sick of the struggle for fame. What have we become now — to a threshold where good is a blurred line separating evil and the world attempts to coerce me into prominence. We all try to champion the false truths of a man I have never met. Yes.. in their eyes, he is their true god, an icon and poorly recognized for his lies. Decades from now, after the relentless onslaught of the priest and thieves disrupt our calm. I will hope to find myself not on their side, but stepping over them as their embers smolder out.

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