Asher's Excerpt 1
 
 
"The night was putrid and sweaty. The oil from the rain rose to the surface to slicken our already blood stained streets. The sin of the city dripped from every pore and every crack, until it seeped down to its rotten, decaying grave. These are the nights our forefathers died for, in a place like nowhere you’ve seen or they expected. This is a place you should pray to your god you never see. This is a place where I close my eyes every night only to arise one minute later and find the muck still there. These are the muddled towns.
    Deep within the tangible walls I call home lives my salvation; the key to end all this misery. The light penetrates my soul, a new day arises, and the crooked synagogues, drunken of their eight plagues, fall to their scabby knees.
    Then I wake up.
    The filth still oozes and I still live. The sons of disobedience rule the night, yet there is no day. The sun is dead. Rotting beneath the earth. Dripping, slipping between the stars like an elusive whore or a quivering jewel. Souls are sold and eaten, traded like damaged goods. Yet there is no good, no right, no justice, only tyranny; until they come and make peace as they destroy; setting aside the righteous and doing away with the chain of the unworthy.
    But, we all know that's bull-shit, right? We are the masters of our own destiny, our own providers, and our only protectors."
 
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