136: And so, herein do I now conclude this collection, and I shall do so with a short epic to serve as an epilogue. But before I present it, I feel it is necessary to touch on one or two things of a slightly lesser; but still important nature.

Firstly, is on the style of my poetry which has been presented throughout the collection; I have received a few comments from the relatively slim number of readers to this work, that my poetry is more of prose than of verse. And indeed, this is the case; I have shown within a form of poetry that yes, is not verse but prose styled as verse. Along with, it retains no real meter either. But I have written it according to one rule which makes it more "poetic" in a sense; it must have the same nature as poetry, such as a flowing rhythm - as well as a condensed and almost emphasized nature to it.

And secondly, is onto why I've written this. Considering that the majority of free publications today are of fiction, and fiction with a quality below average of most; why then do I write in a genre that is ignored by all but a scant few? It is merely for one sole reason, to attract the few who read it, as well as to detail what my currently philosophy is.

With that said, I touch on the third and final thing of detailing; my philosophy. It can expected that what you hear of me now, will change at least in part with any future works I may write. Which is why I must say here and now, that if I have changed in the future; tread then on my younger musings more lightly to what I would then stand in that present.

Now, I have said what I thought needed to be said; and I shall now let the epilogue written act as it's own final word.

137: The Fall of Bagava: An Epilogue in Versed Prose

In the days before time,

When the cosmos lie blank and empty,

In where the dust flew amongst the

Chaos, the state of all was nothing.

In this, there sat the All-Being;

For whom was named Bagava.

And He stood on His mantle

Atop the mighty pillars of heaven,

Seeking down upon the nothing -

And awhile in His meditating,

He spoke unto the cosmos

"Before my eyes and my presence,

And with the might of my hands;

I engrave my mark upon this

Eternal plane of endless nothing."

And so, in the moment thenceforth;

Creation began anew and existence

Has it's beginning once more.

His power and might, and wisdom and sight;

The expunging of creation spanned

Out into the chaos of nothing.

Amongst it were the stars and

Rocks, planets and galaxies;

And upon the few rocks in orbit of stars,

The cursed creation of Bagava was birthed;

That being of life, the horrid and

Grim state of living life.

With His creation bloomed and birthed,

He alone with His hands

Divided the realm of existence with

His realm of divinity.

In His realm lied the endless joys in all;

But for the realm thus created,

All sat therein was a pain most cruel

And disdained in itself; beyond everything

Created within and without.

Upon these barren lands,

Scattered now with rocks and light;

And divided therein from the heavens;

Life began on a rock for which

Was named by Him as Earth.

On this land was Man, the creation of

Bagava which He regretted most.

His creation of man was most

Foul, foulest upon all others for which

He created on the rock.

He knew of man's cruelty and man's

Wrath and smite, but could do

Nothing even in the reign of His

Powers to change what was set

In the laws of time.

Life grew on the rock,

And man sprouted throughout

Like a dandelion in the wind;

Spreading to hither and thither

On the rock known as Earth.

They came from its land called

Africa, and seeded and spread

Into the northern lands and

Southern lands. To the

Western lands and Eastern lands;

In so that wherever there sat

Land free from water - man was there.

But soon, as His creation blossomed,

The Lord Bagava whilst sitting in

His mighty palace upon the pillars

Of heaven, seen and saw the trouble

Thus made, and said into the halls,

"No longer can I rule over this land

By my will alone, for even my creatures

Of sorrow and folly need rulers

Of many, I shall now command

That this land; covered with

Deeds of wrong - shall be ruled

By my divine servants."

And so, out of the dust in heaven,

He made and formed 5 angels;

And their names were Pala,

Wanal, Earch, Banam and the

Mightiest of all: Kalaja.

Pala ruled over the men of the West,

Wanal ruled over the men of the East,

Earch rules over the men of the North,

And Banam ruled over the men of the

South. And in commanding them all

Was the beautiful and strong Kalaja.

A score of centuries past, and man

Now governed the world;

With this, came the birth of belief.

The men who settled on the river

Known as Firat were those who

First prayed to the Lord.

But He was unpleased; as

Bagava was not being prayed as

He should be. So therein,

Whilst fuming with wrath;

He said to Kalaja;

"Tell of my servants that those

Who pray me wrongly must be

Smote upon, they may not

Worship others; but they

Worship me in a manner most foul.

They say I am vengeful, but I am not;

They say I am jealous, but I am not;

They say I am hating, but I am not;

All of these they say I Am; but

None speak of truths.

So tell to those rulers of men

That if I shall be prayer upon;

I shall be prayed right."

And so, Kalaja descended from

The heavens, and came unto

Wanal, ruler of the east.

And he said onto her

"Our lord is displeased

And in pain, he has heard of

The prayers of man, and they pray

Onto him wrongly, saying he is evil

When he is good; so please,

Tell to them how our Lord is,

And thereafter, they shall know

Who the Lord is."

And Wanal then said to

The priest of El; for whom

Was the name of their god

"See of our Lord as good and

Holy, he is far from evil as

You and your followers say."

And the priest frowned and waved,

Proclaimed to her "You are a

Demon from the underlands!

Be gone O wicked angel!

We have seen who God is! And

We know of those who deceive

And lie and deceit; And you

Are amongst their ranks."

Wanal, in her terror and fright;

Now was known and seen as evil;

And in the darkness of night,

Was taken from the earthly plane.

The Lord Bagava was angered;

And said unto Kalaja,

"I have been faultered and

Twisted upon man's image!

I have set forth them into the world;

But all I now hear is profanity of

Prayers and worship!

Lo! How I respite in this days!"

As Bavaga sought for his head angel Kalaja,

He saw him looking upon the Earth's

Graven image, and man bowing and

Praying to their God Bal.

"I see of them in anger,

And I see of them in fright;

They have come to loathe you my Lord,

And I am seeing faults amongst you."

So spoke Kalaja dampened in voice.

And the Lord Bagava spoke unto him

"My royal servant and head of men,

Why do you listen to your yoke?

You have been chosen as their master

And not as your teacher; they are

To serve me under you."

And Kalaja said in reply

"But I see of their prayers,

And find truths and facts

On you; for which you repute and

Restrain. You are evil, you have

Birthed man; man most foul

And horrid; but in their horror and sorrow;

They have seen the truth of the Lord -

They have seen your wickedness,

Your nature for lies and wrath;

For which is why Wanal, angel of the East;

Died by the hands of mortal men.

You are no god Lord Bagava;

You are the demon of all."

Bagava, who now stood from his throne,

Shook with fear and terror upon the

Words of his angel Kalaja. And to them

Said mightily and fiercely

"You have now betrayed me as they

Betrayed me also, this has

Shown surely of man's image as

The ultimate evil, an evil of all.

You have now sided with man,

But you shall not be welcome

In my palace for as long as

Their image of I, your Lord

And Lord of All and Everything

Stays nailed in your mind.

Depart now from here and return

When you have cleansed your mind

Of man's sins, when so; I shall be ready."

And so Kalaja wandered the lands

Of man for 40 years and 100 more.

He saw empires rise and empires fall,

The death of kings and birth of kings;

The rites of faith expanded and corrupted

To wherein once it was truth, now was gone.

All now said of the Lord as kind and loving;

But wrathful and jealous of those who believed

Otherwise to gods not of Him.

And the belief of this, as crude and foul as

It was, spread to the north and west and east

And south, going hither and thither to whither

It so chose. For in a land of might;

Soon all in their kingdoms and empires

Thought of the Lord as this, and it

Brought upon to Kalaja great hatred

And fear. Hatred upon the blind and fear

Upon the innocent.

He knew that for those who

Knew not the now revealed nature of

The Lord, that if not told of this truth;

Their minds would forever wander in

The darkness, wandering like a blind

Man in the storm of ash.

He knew that they would deny this,

He knew that they would refute everything

Based upon their God being evil and not

Kind and loving, and that they would at

All costs, use this blindness as a means

Of control. To control all under this mindset

Would be the final end of men, And see their

Folly and sorrow turned into bloodshed.

And upon the end of his banishment;

The sights and horrors over faith

Had scarred him to the level of man.

And so, in his fright; he came to

The now weakened Pala; once

The master of the west.

And he said to him justly

"You have seen mans horror,

And the Lord's rejecting of his angels;

Now you must go to the eastern lands

And proclaim what is good and right.

Proclaim a God well and good,

Honest and fair yet mighty and strong.

Proclaim to those people these things

For if even one part of man's existence

Is good and just, the Earth shall sigh

Of peace and calm, go now with my blessing."

So said Kalaja, and Pala went to

The eastern lands, once ruled over by

Wanal in her prime, and Pala

Made over of the hymns for which

Are now said of as holy and sacred.

And peace lasted in those lands

For 3 thousand centuries after that.

But in this event and occurrence,

Kalaja's might was tarnished and he

Was sent from the earthly plane into

Heaven, unto the feet of Bagava's throne.

And He said to Kalaja at his act

"How dare thee! You have deception!

Traitor! Maker of lies! Rebel of angels!

You have made man fall from his state of

Bloodshed and into peace! I said this not!

I said for man to fight! Even if, although

Not seen; I have regretted it."

And Kalaja then said "So be it,

But we shall not leave here alive,

Our time has come once more and

The battle must renew itself."

With his staff for which, sat atop it

An orb of heavenly nature,

He stood high above him like a cedar and

Said with thunder "None shall live here,

This realm will pool with the blood of you;

I shall not defeat myself once more."

So they fought their battle,

And for two and sixty days the Earth

Was arisen with storm and thunder;

And wind and hurricane battered

Their shorelines; all of man was stricken

With terror and fright, knowing not

Of the battle being fought in heaven.

When the battle ceased it's fighting

On the third and sixtieth day;

Bagava was in scars and Kalaja

Wounded beyond the limit of earthly

Creatures. And Kalaja with a booming

Voice said unto the Lord Bagava

"We have fought in this plane for

days and weeks, you have shown

Your strength as have I;

But you sit there now basted in

Blood and weary as a man of old."

He paused for but a moment,

And then succeeded in saying

"Now, lay down your weapons

And confess to I and to man your

Failure, your failure of godly rule

And of divine command; confess

And you shalt be granted pardon."

Bagava, weary and ached of pain;

Stood upon a stand and spoke to him

"I shall never give over my plane of man

To you or to any, whether they be

Angel or demon or man or creature,

None shall rule in this palace but

I and I alone, I was He who birthed

The land, and I shall be He who

Ends the misery of existence, no other

Will enact such a pleasure of divinity."

With His words spoken, Bagava once more

Cast out Kalaja from his palace in

Heaven, and said as he fell to Earth

"We shall fight once more, and the

Path we trod will be walked on

To its end of destiny."

And as His voice echoed on;

Kalaja fell into a vast ocean and

Swam northwards to the coast.

He landed upon a land nested near

To where he was before his departure;

And he saw before him a grand temple,

More grand than anything ever seen.

This temple was for that of Pala;

For whom was now called Bramh

By those who resided in the area.

And he was their ruler,

Both in divine and in earthly;

He spoke to them of matters

In relation to the inner self

Contrasting to the outer.

And built upon these lands

One of peace and harmony;

None in that land who heard him

Wisdom fought or clashed even in tongue;

They lived by the virtue of never harming.

And his wisdom was told by word,

By people see named Sages,

They told of his hymns and sayings,

His parables and fables;

They were spoken and adapted far and

Wide, as north as the barbarian lands

Of snow, and as south as the great

Sea that divided the island nations.

Whilst his wisdom was changed and

Formed each to their own;

One value was unchanged and untouched -

That of upholding peace above all

And the end of misery for man.

He came from his temple adored

With a robe of linen and cotton;

And he saw the figure of Kalaja

Resting upon a fig tree;

Seeing him, he said out to him

"You have returned from your fight!

But I see your injuries from the Lord;

Did he hurt you much?"

"Quite so, and our fight has not yet

Concluded by dear Pala;

Merely subsided and paused

Until my ascent back unto him.

The wheel my dear is spinning

Again as it did in the last,

Our fate and destiny

Is now nearing the end of

That path of fate;

And once more will our world

Be dead of divinity and heaven."

Pala stared at Kalaja with

A face of terror and said unto him

"I have long feared of this,

And wished upon the wheel's end

Of spinning outside of time.

But as much as I have prayed

And hoped and asked;

So it seems the cycle shall

Go forward as it has for eternity past.

I now say and ask for one thing only,

In that man sees his folly and forgives

Itself for the past of now,

And while I may know this is not a

Definince, I shall hope for it regardless.

May your strength be great

In the day of battle!

And may our future be bright and

Mighty as you shall be in destiny's wake."

So were the words of Pala,

As he spoke upon the steps of

His temple in the land of Bramh.

And for nine and ninety days forthwith;

He resided with Pala in his holy temple;

Conversing and learning of what he taught,

And, impressed with his wisdom and

Teachings of earnest nature,

He proclaimed to those who sat near him

"This belief, belief of peace and goodness;

It shall be the faith that guides man

Rightly, it shall be its salvation for all

Who hear and perform it. But know this,

The belief must be kept do, regardless

Of which kind you follow;

It must be upheld and followed

To prevent its corruption.

For if corrupted and defiled;

Man shall sink only into barbary like

The men of the north who kill and slaughter all.

Do this, and for man's time on this rock;

It shall be an Age of Peace and Virtue."

With his speech concluded,

He left the domain of Pala and

Upon strolling by the sacred river

Which flowed around the temple;

A beam cast down from the sky

And shined onto Kalaja,

With a booming voice rumbling with

Its presence, saying to him

"Our time has come, and fate

Has played the event again,

Come unto me O Kalaja;

Our battle will now be ended."

And he was taken from the Earth

Up into the palace of Bagava in heaven;

With his presence being taken

Directly before Him.

And with his sword in hand

And battered face before his own;

He spoke to Kalaja

"Your time of serving is now

Ended, and we are to follow as

The wheel spins; man will be ruled by

I after this day; and chaos will be

Atoned upon them, they will be my

Yoke of restless suffering.

Prepare now, in your state of

Restrain and fear; the death of

Your body and self!"

With so, the battle commenced once

More, and it continued for

Ninety and nine hundred days

And ten more; as the earth shook

And trembled, rain and storm,

Fire and wind, hail and hurricane;

All battered the earthly plane

And of man, who sheltered in caves

And huts and temples.

In so that they may avoid what

Terrors rumbled outside their domains.

But in the palace of heaven,

The Lord Bagava and Kalaja

Clashed sword against sword and

Staff against staff.

They fought until the whole of

Heaven lied in ruins

And when the walls around thus

Were but piles of rubble.

Weakened and weary

And on the verge of death;

Bagava said unto Kalaja

"Your time has closed and I

Am the victor of this battle. For all

Of time thenceforth from this day,

I alone will rule the cosmos as I

Did in the days before your creation.'

But even in his wounded state,

Kalaja said with his lightened voice

"You shall rule not these lands

Any longer, and nor shall I rule these lands,

From this day on and until the end of this

Cycle; Earth will be without a god to rule man."

And with his own arm,

Now transformed into a

Pike sharper than the sharpest blade,

He pierced through the body of Him;

And Bagava in that moment screamed.

And His scream resounded through

The palace and into Earth.

Deafening all creatures, man and all;

And the waters stopped and the trees

Shook with the planet; all and everything

Was moved and in terror of the sound.

And upon the end of His scream,

He fell to the ground and turned

Into dust as His divine essence leaked

From him into the cosmos.

Kalaja, now nearing his final end;

Descended once more from the palace

Back to where he was last.

And as he stumbled and crawled

Towards Pala, he said unto him

"Kalaja! Do not sit! I shall come

To you and assist!"

And Kalaja then breathed a deep

Breath and said to him in reply

"I need no assistance dear Pala, those

Who near the closing of life need none.

I have killed God, I have set forth into

His heart the blade of eternal death;

And now for my duty and act

Of utmost murder; death

Is what fate has delivered.

Man will now live of his own

And in unwillful ignorance of

God's death; knowing not

That its prayers and blessings

Will never be received or

Given. Man now lies as the sole

Being of worshipers.

And forevermore shall they be

In this manner of ignorance."

He coughed for a moment

Violently and loudly, and it was heard

Throughout the town and temple.

Then he continued with saying

"Now, hear me and listen closely;

Corrupt not your faith and belief to

Conform with those of ill faith.

For those who slaughter and kill

And install blindness and divine

Slavery to all; just in the name of

Their god. Seek neither them nor

Accept them; shun them and fear them.

Remove of them until their presence is

No more in this land or any land.

But do not kill, for to kill would be to

Go unto their ways of evil and wickedness;

They will say that their way is the only truth,

And that their prophets and men who claimed

To be the children of God or final prophet of God;

But they lie a lie that even the savage barbarian

Would scorn. And so, claim not of your ways

As the truth and only truth, but as merely

A truth, a truth for now and for the present time;

But not of all time, in this; it can be

Said of in a future time as the truth or not.

And ensure the truth of their God,

For while they say with passion

Is a God of love and mercy;

Is but a God of blood and sacrifice.

They atone a god who drinks of blood

Alike the man who drinks too much wine.

And for their "cleansing", the killing

Of entire tribes is needed.

But as the wise know, this is never needed.

Now go, go and spread your word;

Do not force whoever you meet into it,

Merely tell of it and explain the wisdom

Of our sacred and blessed brother Pala."

And so, Kalaja breathed his last,

Dying on the banks of that sacred river;

And he was buried in a tomb

For which stood a stone inscribed

"Here lies Kalaja, once Servant of the Lord

And eventual defeater of His tyranny.

May there forevermore be none who

Rule the cosmos and may this plane

Be ruled by the power of Man."

In the centuries following this,

The foreseen evil arose and

Atook the world in corruption and

Unforgivable terrors.

May there be a time in future days

For when these harbingers of horror

Are no more, and in their fall the rise

Of the Age of Peace and Virtue.

Man is now ignorant of God's

Death, his eternal sleep amongst

The dust of what lies out of Earth.

But man in their folly still

Bow and sacrifice unto God

Today, those who see his death;

Are but those who see the true

Nature of divinity.

And endlessly, until all of man

Sees His death, will kill and slaughter

Those who have not followed their ways.

The land of man is now the land of death,

And forevermore, shall the battle continue.

-Ryan Rider: December 14th, 2019