Apocalypse

  While I was attending BMCC (Borough of Manhattan Community College) one of my English professors said "Whenever the masquerade falls would be the day I rejoice." Besides the other students in the class I understood this saying and what it meant. Speaking of the fall/ or collapse of an object, place, or group of people let's discuss the topic of the apocalypse.      

  Coming from a person who hates organized religion and all it's forms the apocalypse is a day that I'm patiently waiting to mark off my calendar. This topic sounds like a sensitive one doesn't it? Once you enter the mind of an introvert you'll start to see that there is joy in a catastrophe.

  Picture yourself waking up on a Sunday morning. Although your clearly inside your house/or apartment laying in bed. For some awkward reason a harsh wind is hitting your face. The exact moment you step out your bed (to do whatever you do in the morning) you discover that your house/or apartment along with your whole neighborhood looks like an atomic bomb hit it. Deciding to walk through your house/or apartment (or what's left of it) you tragically discover that your parents and other members of your family are dead. No iPhone or Android Galaxy is available to contact friends, kin, or side companions.

  Still in a state of disbelief (and even awe) strolling through the streets your trying to come to a particular reality. The message of this reality is that everything you've ever known, loved, and had is destroyed, never to be seen again.    

  By the grace of God there are others in your situation trying to grasp this current reality.    

  Let's say that your third eye was always open and you were always considered "woke." Nicknames such as "Ms. BlackLivesMatter" or "Mr. Black Power" had been thrown at you by these very same people. Deep down you may want to laugh out loud and say "Didn't I warn you guys that this was to come."  

  Your professor was right the masquerade has fallen. One can only hope he's somewhere rejoicing.

  The metropolitan is destroyed and the inner-city looks even worst than it did before. Civilization has ended and the world knows it. Who will build a new one? If you ask me it can/ and has to be nobody but you. If it wasn't for the people of your race (African or Hispanic) those who consider you inferior wouldn't have what they had. The trumpet has sounded and you must answer the calling.  

  Playtime is over and those around you now understand it much clearer. Not having any friends, love ones, shelter, or Wi-Fi (for entertainment) you better believe that getting off their asses isn't very far from a choice.  

  You may not have even stepped a milestone or crossed a finish line, but you will prove your enemies and doubters wrong. If you don't believe me just look at what you've been through. You first had a doctor prescribe you the red pill to help you see through the matrix of a society that we are living in today. To going your own way due to the insufficient values that females display in this day and age. To losing your religion because of the mockery and hypocrisy that comes out of the Western Christian Establishment. To seeing bizarre and promiscuous behavior put on a pedestal on social media. A person even tried to under-estimate you saying that "You wouldn't be shit without those glasses."  

  The black sheep was you. The decrepit lamb was you. The disable servant was you. The bastard was you. The tramp was you. The loner was you. Your peers rejected you, so you were the rejects reject. Nobody believed in you, so you were a disbeliever. You walked with God, so you are a chosen one.

  Anytime to strategize, navigate, and build is now. Well, what are you waiting for? God's time is upon you.