Day 7665

There wasn’t much that happened today that didn’t happen all over Brazil. Of course some areas have it a lot less. The areas that are dirty, supposedly uncivilized and whose streets are tarred with litter are the types of places where they only go seasonally-When the harvest is great and the people are ready. But on the wide streets of urban Rio, across the corporate offices and beside the Supreme Court live the devils soldiers amongst the devils puppets. In an environment exploding with corruption, lies and sinful agendas, the soldiers of Satan await to take the boss’ puppets back home. The people of the slums are humbled and thus have no agendas of doing wrong. But when the reality of the intense poverty rises to their eyes and they loose all inhibitions, allowing the Demonio to engulf their villages. But where there is always sin in the concrete jungle and the Demonio are attacking more frequently and at a larger scale than be for. Deaths have been framed as suicides, villages burnt down due to ‘carelessness’ and the whole country believe what they read in the morning newspaper. The ramblings of a crazy young man go unheard. I did not want the truth to be visible to me at all times but it is. I did not choose to know when every individual is lying, nor did I choose to know the exact time of every passing person’s death down to the second. I did not wish for a foresight into the worlds above and below but that is what I’ve been cursed with and I shall carry it to my grave, knowing the full truth. Let us hope, Dear Diary, that soon I will be listened to and peace shall ensure. Let’s hope for a time when my day is so boring that I wont be able to fill the top line.