There was this man, He was a Dreamer. One night, he had a dream. It was a dream about death. He dreamed he was Satan, controlling the universe. He enjoyed everything he did. He killed a man. Killed him very slowly. Laughing as he did it. One after another, he killed them all. Except one. No matter how hard he tried, this man would not die. The Dreamer asked, "Are you a Saint?" The man replied, "No. You destryoed them all. I am just a man. I have no power. You killed my family, but you can not kill me." There was a mirror behind the man. The Dreamer gazed into it. He saw the man that would not die, was him. The Dreamer fell to his knees. He began to cry. Soon he pulled himself to his feet. He gazed back into the mirror, then shattered it with his fist. The image of the man shattered along with with the mirror. When he awoke, he was covered with sweat. His sheets were stained with blood, and so were his hands. He tried to wash the blood off, but it would not go away. The Dreamer began to panic. The man thought to himself, "Is the world comming to an end?"He had learned that there was no God, and no Devil. Neither will end the world. Both are in each and everyone of us. It will be man, himself, who will bring all of us to an end.
By Kristy Lozanski copyright. � 2003