The Elite.
Chosen by a man of power, of authority.
Chosen because they were there at that time.
Chosen people.
Chosen by the people and history's head of steam.
He lay down his pen and disappeared from life.
Because the cabal said so.
And they are right.
Always right.
The man with nose hairs stroked his yellowed beard.
The woman with large breasts shifted her creaking hosiery.
And the Judas looked on with sly eyes.
He wanted to be loved.
She wanted her breasts stroked.
And Judas he wanted to rest.
They ran from fear.
The fear fled in the blood's flow from layered hearts.
They read his book.
And laughed.
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