Tragedy of Wanderer...

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Consume, or be consumed. There’s no reprieve. You must act. Rush before its too late. For there’s no place for cowards. You must accept your fate as dictated, fall-in and be a part of the spectacle. But remember you can show your loyalty both way. Whether it is your head on the altar or your hand on the naked sword awaiting to touch the very altar, you remain celebrated. There’s no place for spectators though. They are to be consumed, as little worms consume the corpse, inside out. No mercy whatsoever. You are licked clean even before you realize.  However it must be clarified - they were dead already, thrown out of system, declared outcast, good for nothing corpses. Their flesh and bone beyond recognition.. They could not hold their own weight any longer. Having been consumed at-least they were given a chance to pay back, for they must remain indebted, even in their graves.

He often wondered whether he was a corpse too. His must be a rotten one he guessed wildly, for he could not feel any piece of meat hanging around. Did they forget to charge him, or was he too hollow to be consumed. Perhaps he had consumed himself a long back. He was like a parasite addicted to his own blood. He could not let anyone else taste his flesh. He had turned into an abyss, and he was falling within, in an eternal oblivion, never to be resurrected. Alas…!”