Chapter 120: The Mud Crab

Within the sacred blood

The humanly nature

Of Vampires, space and mythicals

It lies in the essence of motion

Of love and certain words

Calling with a purpose

With a defiant critique of life

The mud crabs, as called

Pull down the essence of dreams

Into the solitude of envy

Never practical in whatever way

Still, they are extremely tolerated

But the gossips within

Also regulate the chances of laughter

To keep the concept of passion

Of certain competition

And the many talents that define

The good progressive stance

In the view of the many glance

I must say that the mud

And the crustacians living

In the pond of excessive hate

The vital ecosystem of life

To be poked by the Vampires

And the so-called crabs in question

In the puddles and the river

They crawl, but they fight

The gravity that pulls down

The numerous materials to Earth

Down they go, everyone presuppose

It was, indeed, the invisible force

Like envy

Like retribution

For the ugliness of life

One must define his presence

The characteristic of himself

And the identity he lives

On his own

On his eternal search

Whether a crustacian or penguin

As he might live

The river or saltwater

In the environment he dreams

The ecology of imagination

Like a Vampire at home

To the crucial situation

To the setting of the morals

Whether to suck blood

Truly amoral

Or to pull someone else down

Like a mud crab

In order to prevent fully

A bloody escape, it is

As witnesses saw

In the very light of day

Lies, conceit, evil

A devotion to the ego

Of self-preservation

And the many observations

Done in the marketplace

Of ideas, and cheap regards

To flow the impetus

In the channel of price

A highway of thoughts

The Vampires, and the crab

The muddy situation

It creeps into the valley

Of death, of killings

A murder unlawful

And the abundance of hypocrites

Arise now from the pull

The gravity that limits the tone

To keep the impatience

In the many schemes

Of vested interests

And the greed of men

Together, the mythics tell

A different story of life

And the living soul

Then, behold

The characters of the story

And the multiple perspectives

A Vampire

And a little mud

And the gravity

A downward force

In the form of a crab

A mud crab

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"Envy is the religion of the mediocre.

It comforts them, it soothes their worries,

and finally it rots their souls, allowing them

to justify their meanness and their greed

until they believe these to be virtues.

Such people are convinced that the doors

of heaven will be opened only to poor

wretches like themselves who go through

life without leaving any trace

but their threadbare

attempts to bellitle others and to exclude

- and destroy if possible -

those who, by the simple fact of their existence,

show up their own poorness of spirit,

mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom

the fools bark, because his soul

will never belong to them."

Carlos Ruiz Zafron,

The Angel's Game

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