The Flesh

The Flesh

Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh invites destruction
Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh has earned destruction.

One is either deceived or
One further step
Confused
When wickedness,
Sweet to the taste
Is hidden under the tongue

But you can trace it back to a moral choice
As to why you won’t leave the things you love
The things that will destroy you.

RWOz2

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Day Eight Hundred Seventy Nine #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

None of us sat idly by waiting for our rumored expulsion from the city. We each had more than enough to do.

Meesa continued to improve communications over the fragile network of individuals.

Elijah continued a round of meetings in which he did more instruction than any other activity. He also deputized Jezer to travel to our future hiding place and come up with multiple routes for our people to migrate there.

I am trying to help anyway I can. Helping in turn Meesa or Elijah.

And in going to and fro, I was saddened by visions of the destruction soon to be visited upon the city. Visions in which the sounds of construction will be stilled, replaced with weeping.

Day Eight Hundred Sixty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We got in for closer views of all three entrances, but we kept on the move to avoid scrutiny of ourselves. And as a consequence, we became quite familiar with the paths connecting the two motor roadways with the footpath entry.

The whole area is filled up with rubble that must have been carted out of the city after its destruction.

I sighed to think about all the new buildings beyond, and the people within them, facing the destruction of destruction in the day’s ahead.

We learned that very few on foot went through the motor road entries. And the central path was exclusively for those on foot. Even many not bearing the mark, by all appearances doing forced labor.

Day Five Hundred Seventy Three #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Our uncertainty continues.

We accompanied Tomas ashore in the Captain’s gig. It took some time to find an appropriate place to dock. All the while we did not see a living soul.

What we could see of this city is promising. The buildings and streets appear to be new construction. I surmise it has risen recently from the great destruction.

After a brief detour through the streets near the docks, we returned to where a ship was moored.

We were hailed as we ascended the gangplank. A lone sailor was overjoyed to to see us.  And he demanded that we take him away to our ship without delay.

Which we did.

By his account, fear has caused the city’s evacuation.

Day Three Hundred Fifty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah tells me it was all due to a growing hardness of heart. He saw retribution coming.

The patrol boats dispatched in pursuit of us did not even make it out of the harbor. One minute they were roaring along at full speed, the next they were dead in the water.

The pilot scheduled to take us out never did show. How providential that one was supplied to us.

The teamwork exhibited by the crew – old and new members together, has brought great satisfaction to the Captain in this new day. They were so bent to their tasks that they did not witness the streaks of light descending through the sky behind us.

They did see the glow of destruction.

Day Two Hundred Ninety Two #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We were completely unaware of what had happened to Elam. The last we had seen him, he was busy recruiting. He had even waved us on, indicating that he would catch up with us later.

He did not return last night nor this morning.

Upon stepping out, Elijah discovered a note left for us. It read that they hold Elam and  demanded that we call off the destruction of the city.

We shrugged and went out, thinking, what has been predicted will come to pass at the end of the next seventeen days. But who is there to explain that to? No one signed the message.

We decided to stay the course. And are confident we will see Elam again.

Day Seventy Seven #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Lyle writes:

I did not have to look any further. There were strange signs everywhere. Some I knew could only be possible if Enough had been present.

As to what it all means, I am in the dark.

Minute patches of scorched earth littered the landscape just outside the village. Yet it still appears deserted, no sign of anyone alive or dead.

I pressed on with the drones only to find greater scenes of destruction. But no sign of Enough.

I will have to go in myself.