The Gatekeeper

There was a case that isn’t supposed to be opened, nor disturbed. Or so I thought. It is one of those wide failure in doings and undoings. Incidentally, someone told me that it is a botched mission- the one that opens the covert box- outside the physical limit that only invite the bend of one’s will, or else be deceased from the plane of existence as we know it. It is this truth that is unspeakable at best, and one that is unshakable. This is now known as Pandora’s Cube. It is thus named not long after the mission was foiled. The children of untold entities were shut off from the realm of such limit; in which the room was enclosed under the ill-fated kingdom of father and God’s kingdom, whether it be Stalin, or predecessors as well as cultured successors, who were carefully conditioned under the brethren of fearless atmosphere in the destiny manifesto of upcoming and unprecedented world wars.

That was such a fate for children who are destined to die for their idolatry of martyrdom and lying Godfather in the land of Motherland that is otherwise not of legitimate age in its formation of conformity in the concept of Communism. It is these days of Armageddon in which the children, now full-bred assassins and political professionals, were full-blown and testimonial in its unprecedented agenda of the preparations in its icy shell shock of fathoms. It is cleanly and keenly that the children are not prone to a tiny, or any fabricated, mistake. It is the shape shadow of timeless test on one’s willingness. The very question of loyalty lie in one’s knowledge and how he would deal with it for the good of humankind and the likes. They are not to be ill-prepared, spoiled, nor reckoned within: indeed, they are the eggs of snake’s lair, if bred properly, that await the feast of moon at its focal point in the skyline of Stalinist knighthood.

They are not children of Bolsheviks, one quipped, nor farmers for that matter, as long as parents served their purpose in the purges of cold blood in enshrinement of their children’s place in the Communist society. They are nobody of nobody children, that only Communists understood as it see the fit for the grandeur plan of master race and its ill-fated theory of Aryan Race. The failure upon failure in theory of politics in evaluations are therefore doomed, permanently scarred, with additional list of despises over the Russian literature itself that only look up forth to the destiny of Fatherland control over the philosophical outlook for future wars. It can be said that Russia is literally doomed to its destruction in the civilization of cyberspace as we know it. It is precise these children that are grown without familial lineages, their futures forever alternated to a leader’s preference, and who only get acknowledgement once they have reach their destiny in the rise of Stalinist battle for the future. It is precisely these reasons why Communism is very much in its contrast in the land of Moscow in its mystical pursuit of never ending Armageddon.