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The Beginning of the Beats

When you feel your heart pulsating, just imagine it with your hand opening and closing. The pumps are alive and make you feel human. Drop one finger and the beats are still there and just need a break from the outside influence. Drop another finger and see how it feels like palpitation. Drop the thumb and feel the dramatic change of the two fingers. Equate it to the heart facing major damage and needing surgery. Drop another finger and see the pulses becoming fixated onto one phalanx. The area is tight and unbearable, now drop the final finger. Can you see or hear the pulse? This is similar to the moment the heart stops pumping. The moment of life begins as a shock. The electricity surges through the DNA inside the belly of the harbinger. It is small; however, the beginning of a life that is ordained to move into forward progression. Once the time starts to bide into the vessel of the egg, a heartbeat sounds. The beat is powerful, a life worth fighting for and incubating for three seasons. Whether the seasons be hot or cold it does not matter, for life inside the great house is relying on the harbinger and the harvest master. Without both the life would either be dead or impaired. Freedom of choice or freedom for life is controversial as only those that are physically alive decide whether life is a life. Hear the beats before you decide. Afterall, would you want the member of the staffed serpent to bring you back from the domain of Hades if you are having a beat? Yes, it can be said that the choice was not yours if you were attacked (by a fool or a known court jester), now the decision is yours to make if this is the case. I used to be on the right, and then on the fence. Later I moved to the left until I saw the left being irresponsible and not taking accountability for anything. The moment of life is a shock; well, the closing of the beats show the electricity dying. The warmth of life and the coldness of death come at the crossroads of choice. Rationalize it in any manner; it is still the cold shock of extermination. Can you hear or feel the beat or are you greeted with death?

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