Thursday, July 27, 2023

Eden in Hell-5

 

     Looking back and recalling the great cause of the collapse of mankind and Earth's decomposition was religion. Huck despised all religions, he truly thought by the year 2050 with every ample tool available that man could assimilate some reasoning and thought to relinquish all religions as pretentious laughable folklore. Instead, religion itself destroyed mankind almost to extinction and left Earth a wobbled dying planet. Dante’s “All hope abandon, ye who enter here.” Earth was an Eden once and is now a decrepified and dying Hell. 

     Huck carried no amulet of hope around his neck, he laughed at hope and looked at death’s powerful reign every day. Where is your God? He smirked at every passing graveyard, futility lies in all who bought into the grifters who served no feigning God but themselves that took billions from the uneducated mass of low-level lotus-eaters who lived a life of deceit and failed redemption, for no God saved your pathetic lives. Religion will never rise above this carnage and desolation. 

     Dwayne was staring at something when Huck glanced over at him. “What are you looking at?” 

     “I saw an old catfish.” Dwayne said with elation, looking around for a stick to prod it. 

     “A catfish? I thought every fish died, are you certain?” 

     “Look, I used to fish for catfish when I was a kid, I know what I saw.” Dwayne didn't like or appreciate the questioning of the status of his senses. He may be a bit dehydrated but not illusive. 

     “ Here, I found a stick with three prongs, let me sharpen it.” Dwayne pulled out his knife and made a nice trident, and handed it to Dwayne. 

     Dwayne took a sacrifice and jumped into the infected water but noticed there were several underground springs running into this stream. He used a term called noodling to manipulate the catfish into an opening and managed a nice stab at this massive elusive fish. They both ate well that night and found the waterways to those underwater springs and filled their canteens up. 

     

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