Ένα παραμύθι που ίσως να μην διαφέρει πολύ από την πραγματικότητα – δικής μου έμπνευσης..
Once uppon a time in a far far away land,
there was a kingdom of eternal happiness and joy,
all the people was enjoying every day of their life,
and their Queen – a princess of Logic and Skepticism..
But this didn’t last for too long,a dark age started,
dark preachers with purple robes riding black horses,
preaching about the necessity of keeping the law of god,
an unknown god who was an ungly detestation of sick minds..
They built a Purple Temple of Ignorance,
made statues for goddess of Misery and god of Pitifulness,
and forced all the inhabitants to bow at them night and day,
even to live their lives with some twisted rules..
Then people started believing to this foreign god,
half of them because of the priests’s golden swords,
and the other half because they were ignorants,
trapped into the priests madness..
The golden sun of Logic has stopped sharing it’s wormth,
and the purple moon of Doubt and Terror has risen,
people started to have nightmares about immortal hell,
remorses about acts that priests called «sins»..
Even the Queen fall into a dark melancholia,
people of the kigdom didn’t listen to her voices,
they were deaf and blinded by the priests terrorism ,
when there was no obedience there was death to follow..
A Templar with golden armor came from distant lands riding his white horse,
holding sword of Knowledge in one hand and Chalice of Criticism in the other,
he gave people back the light they lost and suck their darkness,
finally killed the purple priests that seeded so evil around them..
From now on people opened their eyes and became Templars,
every one became a protector of knowledge in his heart,
no priests could blind again people’s minds and spirits,
and sun of Logic was sunshining again keeping darkness away..
And they have lived happily ever after..