It happened a while ago.
He can't remember what he was doing, who he was talking to.
He opened his eyes and the darkness took a while to fade into the light.
Dizziness followed and soon after he was was on the floor again, face eating the floor.
A drunk state of mind, so poisonous.
Red eyes, heavy breathing, pale skin..seemed almost undead but also not alive.
Opened his mouth, but a cloud of dust just flew out.
Terrible fate for a man.
Because of being able to live again from that condition, he named himself jesus.
Not because he thought he was the son of some god.
But he rather believed that he was going to die for something important and failed, than being sick.
He now walks the streets, if you see him, do not laugh.
Do not ignore.
Just be.
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