We Are All Slaves To Something
Once upon a time there was a race of men who were driven and road upon like unto cattle. The beings that road upon the humans looked human themselves at first. Yet in reality it was but a mask for there true form was that of a variety of hideous monsters that defied all human imagination. Like when a human rides a donkey or a mouse running on a wheel. These beings would place various objects in front of the humans to make them work. A common object to be hung in front of them was that of money. Another was fame. Another was love another was food another knowledge and to another family. Yet I beheld one of these beings who was greater then all the rest for most of humanity for generations was fed from it. They never tired no matter how much they walked and never recieved. No matter that they could not grasp it. The other creatures would eventually give humans the object. But this creature who's heads are seven. Who's body was of a snake and one of its heads was of a lion. His na...