I: The Riddles Written
A person can become a riddle, yet always a riddle that can be solved. These are the riddles I force myself to know the answers to. Clear is the intent and nature of one once the riddle reaches it's end and the seeker of the answer has found the key. Despite what the riddle's writer chooses to believe in the one who masters the writer's riddle knows all they need to. The writer never has a true way of knowing who knows and who doesn't. That is the advantage the seeker gains. Why we say we are doing certain things and why we truly do them can also be riddles in themselves. A journey can be accepted and taken with the said thought of a better place in mind. Though what truly lies in this riddle is the ending of a story and the return of something sacred.
Never do my goals or purpose have a negative effect on those around me. No matter how selfish these task that need be accomplished, what riddles I leave I help to solve in time. Never would I use for gain and not help those who are need. Thus my intent is always honest despite what the riddle says. Even knowing that where I am going or what I am heading into is something I do not wish to know. Somethings must be taken good and bad to accomplish what must be done. Even if a riddle has already been solved and the holder of that riddle is one you can see much fraud in, still yet the face of that fraud must be viewed face to face for what is more important to heal one's self. Upon the answer to that riddle the seeker finds that one will use without helping. Though they may perhaps if needed help until their prize is gained.
Upon this prize being reached what happens to those they called their friends is of no importance to them. Whether the writer tells one story yet leaves a riddle that contradicts it is of no importance. After all where would the riddle be if not confusing to know? Rather, the riddle itself should never leave behind harm to those it is used upon. For if a seeker sees this and finds the answer that lies within, he could use it to burn the path and scorch the writer.
Being careless is foolish, dare try to be the clever writer that one will. Leaving behind your own chaos for others to clean up and then commanding everything meet your will and way. Thats how the writer loses control over their own story, when the ones left behind decide to write the final chapter their way.
Whether the writer writes the riddle that is their own being or a story in their mind, the pen holder has full control over how it will be written and how it will end. In the end however, this pen holder should make sure they aren't a character in another story bigger than their own. For if the writer is a character in another's story, then the control of their own story is lost to the true writer. Then the riddle that is written is meaningless and the story unfinished can not be finished without the approval of the actual writer. If the true writer's riddle breaks the mind of the seekers then he can write without being written, for his riddle is safe and his story is his to write.
II: The Written Riddle
Do not harm good men for selfish sin.
When you gaze upon the character of one who is honest yet feed them lies. Use one for your own sake without regard for their's as well. Leaving victims laying in the ditches you dug with the wars you ran from. A child you've become yet you wish to be queen. Now he endures your selfish misery. Like the unforgiven, this whipping boy was done wrong.
The plot too late to save the fate.
The plot thickens everyday. Yet the unknown is known as one spoils the fate. What is real he can feel and what is fake he will know before its too late. So tell a story you plan to erase, and write the one thats written on your face. From every minute a second will fall, like every minute theres another call. For a shame it will be if in the end you fall.
The shortened time of the writer's rhyme.
Time is short yet made shorter. Recall the rocks that stand in the way? Seems like they came back out to play. Yet rolled in the way by one who ran. I didn't have time to fight your battle. Now I feel like the snake, do you hear my rattle? Those who run give up their right to be in command. So I'll refuse every last demand. So now this riddle is written. Be glad you weren't bitten. Not until the time is right. This is the battle you dare not fight.
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