The Truth Can Be More Fiction than Fact

To have a lie told to your face, in person and to be shared as the truth can hurt more worse later. Yes, the truth can hurt a lot more the time it is spoken.

It is with much speculation and disbelief that one can make themselves out to be more than they are considered at the time they choose to describe themselves to others.

It is with a heavy heart, and a shameful mind, where such a moment presented itself and it was not on a local level. It was at the highest ranks of policy and the government. It would be felt in the consequences and repercussions; the long halls of justice were just within reach of bringing into view all those guilty for all the many years it had been established in the present day.

It would keep most in awe of the brashness and the boldness that would bring down the house built upon sand and was being washed out to sea with incoming tides. It would affect the parties affiliated and those that were only seen in the shadows of the offices claiming immunity.

No one was to be spared. No one was without blame or guilt. The fingers of a boney statuette were pointing towards all doorways, and it was certain that all would feel the nippy winds of change blowing harder, so that all would feel it and be without a way to warm themselves.

It came with the preceding administrations, at least as far back as the 1900's, yet the voices of the past were never able to give the stern warnings that were needed to be heard so that the present administration would not fall victim to the timeless backlash. It was not affiliated with any one party, not associated with any gender, it knew no age of people who would not be affected.

The moment it was first a distant whisper; the rumors grew down the line and the ones who whispered were neither innocent nor guilty, they just made sure to spread the gossip on as thick as an urban legend. Yes, they made it seem worse than it originally was thought to be.

It came in many forms, attached to many people, laid the foundational groundwork for the biggest event to be made to happen. It would be only outdone by those who knew the truth and refuse to believe otherwise. It was either one of two major players, for the young it was an angel of hope, for the older ones it was seen as a curse that was guided by the grim reaper.

It was filled with a deep desire to destroy all that had been worked for, all that had been laid to build upon and to rest neatly until it was to be revealed in all its' own selfish glory and fame. It had the enormously pompous attitude of being the best of everyone and was revered and placed on a throne of desecration and deceit. This year, any year that was in that moment, it would rise up from the ashes, like a phoenix, like a fire bird, that when it spread its' mighty large wings to fly, all who saw would be taken away and vanish forever.

The population of the many became the population of less and the ones who remained were without any way to shown or guided in the right direction. These were the ones who followed the voice of reason, but it was not any voice that should be followed.

The ones left had no way to defend themselves from the moment of truth, for the moment of truth came too little and too late, so they were vanquished. Then the number of the many left, after this took so many more, were then made into something less than human.

The ones left were driven from their freedom and from their homes, from their nations and from their parts of the once former world that made them seem insignificant. Yes, some felt the need or desire to return to what once was or as close to it as they all remembered.

This was not to be so. The powers that be, the ones who came into power by any means necessary, had only removed the ability to fight and were able to give to all what they wanted. Looking like a peace offering, over time was no longer the truth at all. It became more apparent that they who fought against, were easily overpowered and taken down. They remainder people were made to do as the power wanted them to do or be.

The blood ran deep. The lies were easily believed, and the masses were speaking in a unified tongue. The power presented itself as a friend would, as a comforter and a healer. "Had not this same power healed itself, after being struck by a lone assailant?" "Had the trial been omitted and obsolete, so that the masses could attempt to bring the perpetrator to justice?"

In only a few hours, if that, the power that was seen as a Savior more than a threat, announced that there would be a public hanging in the middle of the city at high noon. The masses cheered and rejoiced.

It was then that the power decided to ride in the streets, attracting attention everywhere that the power would go. It was placing individuals in all places, on all open streets, in all areas of escape. The power arrived at the middle of this refuge city, and when the sunroof opened, rose up to make this new decree, "I am the one all will bow down to." "I am the one who will be given full authority over all that are part of humanity." "I will expect all to attend this event in dress coded attire and will participate in being present and accounted for."

As the power was lowering themselves into the limousine, a shot rang out from deep in the crowd, slightly knocking back the power as they were about to sit down.

The power was not amused at this and shouted, "Who took a shot at me?" Leering at the crowd, most coward away, but there stood one person who looked to be very old. Before they could speak up, the power, calling for the guards nearest to them, and spoke very loudly, with a bullhorn in hand. "Today we will have two public hangings, make way for the second one to be placed beside the first one."

The crowd was overwhelmed with anger and hatred. The people started running towards the power and were never aware of all those who were trampled in the commotion and rushing.

The moments ticked away, sounding louder and louder, and the hearts raced and were beating in rhythm of the drums as they placed the final sounds to announce the coming hangings.

It was then the trumpet sounded, and the clouds became black as night. The thunder boomed and the lightning crashed. The moment was stopped with the power to become no more, for the lies and the rumors and the deception had been allowed to go on for far too long.

The souls of many departed were now reaching out to one and all as to say with their wailing and screaming, "You knew and ignored the warning signs." The chants and the wailing grew louder and more deafening as they were enclosing the masses.

It was then that one person rose up and all that were there fell over dead. Not anyone was left to record the moment, and all were never seen from again.