The Chicken Bone Master
By The Chicken Bone Master
I am the Chicken Bone Master. I have no name. No past, no future. There is only the present. I know nobody and knobody knows me. A victim of isolation. The only security from the stalking evils.
I have seen, but don't recall. I know, but don't understand.
Vague evidences point to an identity that I may have held. I don't claim such luxuries as identity. What is identity, but a link by which to be found? I don't search or strive for the roots of my existence. Such things are insignificant and best forgotten.
What is life, but a race to survive? What is survival, but pain and tribulation? We live for only one purpose and that is to remain one step ahead of them. The one true goal in the pitiful phase of existense.
So why do I still "fight" or "race" for survival? Is it fear that wills me to this plane? No, I have seen enough that if prone to fear, sanity would have long since been depleted. I am not afraid of death, or even the wrath of satan. For I know all too well the pains of darkness.
I have recently come to the realization that the one true drive for my survival is a burning vengeance that will withstand all else. My destruction now, when I am at my peak, would not be possible. I have seen the gnashing teeth of the beast and held my ground. They want me because they fear me. It is not by fear that I hide, but the sweet knowledge that the time is at hand that justice shall be served.
Patience is a virtue which I hold in high esteem.
The time is nigh. I have watched from afar and know that your cause is just. It is with you that I will leave my story and legacy.
They are close. I must now move on, lest I should be discovered. We will meet again!
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