In a real course of reality, the young man is getting along with the Elites, the White Wolf and his friends.
He has come to know the group extremely well; those young devils from the south.
He is now been given a false name and a false notion; prepared for the slaughter. As they put blinders in his face, they will create him a crash course to attain some level of insight as others.
A different face he has to wear, telling him of a wonderful makeup stories about his conquest.
They have now created a mysticism of some sought. And to forsake all relationships so to be the top of the chain of monks.
Creating difficulties and frustrating the young man with perplex monologue. But like Pavlov's dogs he will obey every command.
They played him like a guitar string while he depends on them as his knight and shining armor.
And when they had finished with him, they now lowered his coffin into the grave.
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