THE BOOK
By Scoptee

I have loved and I might have lost
It’s a way for me to know that life has passed
Through the windows, I see the light
Hell hath no fury, what a foresight
It is done and I know it will not be
A face, a smile that changed me
A look, a trance, all it took
That made me write this book
The world is not as vivid as it seems
Pilots, chariots, the obvious games
I myself have seen the names
And how hope had abandoned all dreams
The Book is almost complete now
Didn't know I was here, and didn't know how
Nevertheless it was predicted and it has come
The dawn of desperation and that sad old bum

Dedicated to you Princess

It has been a day since we have talked
Words cannot explain the terrors, I have stalked
That smile mesmerises me into a trance
That last glimpse, no ordinary stance

Saying I Love You, is always simple
But after the words, comes the real twinkle
I have been very lucky to have you
Without you I Do not know what I would do

The thing that drives me towards you
Your thoughts, the hearts, you are my boo
I have always admired your smile
It makes my senses come alive

Musically as I hear your voice
I am enchanted without a choice
You are mine, and that is how it is
Love is true, you and me are its bliss

I might be wrong, I can be right
Whatever the circumstances, with you, I will never fight
If anger ever got in our way
I would step aside, and become your prey

What was the point in being apart
If all we needed was, a bright start
See with you, I do not care about my defeat
You are my ticket to life, my only receipt

I want to be with you always
Time is holding us sideways
Just those three amazing words
I would overcome all herds

Oh if my eyes could talk, the would tell our tale
I would be the prince, and you my nightingale
I could and I would always salute you for this
You are here, I am here , I cannot miss this kiss

As life will progress further ahead
As I lie on my death bed
Still I would tell you, as all is heard
I will always love you and so will my words

I don’t write because I can, but my love
You’re my inspiration, my motive, my delightful dove
Princess this might come as a shock
But If I could, I would fly like a hawk
Come to you and take you away
Far far away, where nothing would ever stray
Me and you, all that I will be, I’ll ever be
I still am, I still will, your choice, live a lie, or come fly with me

You have been the constant good I could have wanted
Sorrows have left me, they are all haunted
We are two branches of the same tree
We may get away, we cannot control this spree

You are the emblem of my love
Pretty, smart, a majesty you my dove
I can only show how much I care
Till death do us part, every pain, every moment, we will share

I can be me and its OK
With you, I’m always OK
But this courage won't leave me now
And I care too much and you're like wow

Every step you take, I will be your cushion
We will never see sadness, it's my precision
Smile will never leave your cheeks
Living life to the fullest, we will be love freaks

You will hold my hand and I won't let go
Let love takes its flow, we would enjoy the snow
Surfing on the beaches of Spain
We cannot let this love go in vain

I thought my heart was lost but you changed me
Now every thought of you away, kills me, scares me
I will not make promises that I can’t keep, but know this
My words are in you, your my eternal bliss

Everyone's love might fade away, mine will not
We will keep it at bay
Every problem, the troubles we will face
Just smile and it will all be okay

Can’t stand being away
It’s not myself but my love
That keeps telling the stars
With her, it will always be okay

Every word, every letter I wrote
Bares your scent, at the very moment you showed up
Till the first sight, I never knew what grace was
But then I saw it what a face

I was mesmerized, I was amazed
How did perfection get uncased
Your face, that began the chase
Before that I was just a face

Now I know who you are to me
You are the one, my princess
Can’t see anyone, I have no clue, but you
And when your with me, I see my life, it’s just you

Whatever I do, I think of you
Every moment, every second, I am on the brink of you
My life has changed, I guess it was you
All the way it is a maze, now at ease, just for you

Every inch of my soul, bares a mark of you
My senses, my passion, both have an eye on you
Without asking, my heart talks about you
A dream, a story, you are always there, it’s all you

Your silences tell a tale, I know that about you
My words are yours, every essence is you
The oxygen I need, health indeed, is you
What can I say, your there for me, every part is you

I cannot miss you, It is no possible, your here always, my heart is the emblem of you
We share, we talk, your amazing, your just you
I have an idea of the coming days, but there is no future, if it is not you
Every pain, I suffice, all roadblocks of life, all I go through, because it is just me and you because I love you

Chapter 1: The Letter

Dear President,

It is an honour to be writing to you, well never mind me, now what I'm about to tell you is going to sound very ridiculous, and over the top but trust me it’s as true as you and me.

I have no words to explain to you how and where it happened but that’s how it is. I've been lost for the last millennia, and in hopes of finding myself I found her. I've never seen someone so elegant in my life as a Poet. For those of you who think poets are just random nerds writing stuff to impress you, then you’re probably right, but let me tell you the history for a minute here.

So here I go:

The creation of an empire of reality was based on the core principles. There were a certain set of rules.
>All civilizations must keep their own territories.
>Who ever questions your authority, is your enemy, and is subject to be killed.
>Receptors are never to be argued with.
>All orders are to be followed and are very precise.
>HE is not to be mentioned till eternity.

The empire was not always like this, people had their lives before the Event. What had come from time, was not an elegant debate. Reality was in its prime.

The cosmos were a constant sign of forgiveness. The work of the artists were perfect.
The Artists were one of the members of the early dawn.
The Artists created the structure of the cosmos.

Before all existed there was a space of nothingness in the palm of time, we call the Galaxy. Our images of the world we live in are just fragments of what it really was. There was no concept of material things and jealousy. These were human creations and were never to be recited again.

Because of the unholy rituals of mankind, they awaited their demise at their own hands. Life was beautiful and the majesty of the universe was immense.

Every good thing, if done excessively is non beneficial. That’s what mankind forgot, they killed themselves and everything in between, countries, continents, traditions, they broke them all. Earth became a temptress of war and suffering. Differences defined their faiths, and unity was all along rejected.

As the grip towards positivity failed, hatred began. Everyone and anyone, lost their creativity and followed the successful people. Without knowing the effects of blind faith. They accepted their defeat and became slaves. In such a world, a force of creativity emerged, someone who became what he really wanted, when everyone else failed him..........He was forever more known as.....the Poet!

Now as clingy and cheesy as it maybe but people, that’s what it is. You have defied the nocturnal debate. I am not God, but I know this for a fact, you guys are killing yourselves, in hopes of becoming something greater. It doesn't just happen like that, you are turning into what I fear I had become, a Monster. Things might not stay the same. Your world, Earth is dying. And I fear the demise of your realm is not exactly at your hands.

Be it the Bible, or The Quran, it had been prophesized, the coming of a thing, far evil than you could have ever known. You know him by many names, but me, well I have seen him. Yes I did, Satan, Antichrist, Dajjal, whatever! , its pure evil is what it is.

I am writing this to warn you of the coming time, a dawn of evil, there is only one man, who can save you from your bitter end.

Now here are the things that you need to know:

Now from the earliest dawn of the imaginations, the artists had planned the Zeph to be kept at the highest order of authority. Before worlds were created a miscalculated event took place that redefined the history of time.

It was an attempt by someone from the future to see how God had planned the creation of the universe, but his machine malfunctioned, and one thing lead to another.

And he saw something that was never meant to be seen by anyone. A secret kept by the Divine, they are the oracles that store information and recited when summoned.
So from then on wards we are in search of that person, who was never found. He started this Armageddon and disappeared.

And by the time you receive this letter, it will be 3099. And by now, you already know of the celestial traveller. Find out who he is and about his son.

If you want your species to survive, find him and you will know your salvation.

From me, who gives a damn about you humans,
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