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evil influence flows from
the city streets like red molten
ooze, filling every alley and
gutter. There are those who are
burnt by it, like the charred
remains of a napalm strike. He
moves in silence, yet with his
heat comes ear-shattering
screams as the masses are
scorched in his choking smoke of
corruption. His fire consumes
like a lethal injection flowing
through the veins of a dying
convict. Hosts of small red ants
crawl in the wake of his
presence, biting and stinging
flesh. His holocaust fills the
woods of hope and prosperity
like a wave of hungry piranhas
on a newborn lamb. He goes by
many names, but for now let it
be spoken like the force of a
fireball bursting into a crowd.
He's Jack, pure and simple...
Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion kindles
the heart, like a campfire on a
cold winter's eve. His embers
burn eternally, spreading the
flame of mercy like a warm
blanket over the shoulders of a
vagabond. His kindness is fueled
by sympathy for human suffering,
but his inferno of righteous
cause, incinerates creatures of
sin to ash. The torch of his
salvation guides wanderers in the
dark abyss to freedom. Its
flaring sparks float on the winds
of change, like soaring birds
recently freed from a dreary
cage. Laughter explodes forth
from the essence of his being,
radiating the land with childish
joy. He has many names, but for
now let it be spoken like melodic
music drifting through the air.
He's Jake, true indeed... Jake
Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke
drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel
Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack "the
sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men.
The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.
When death creeps `round and life decays, the departed
spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin
to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising
from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will
begin to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red
balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood
and pulsating like an erratic living heart. For every sin
committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their
unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The
deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in
a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if they should fumble
in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet
of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity of pain and
suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of
Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure
enlightenment and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are they very
fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape
from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape
from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we
twist and spin to the other side... |
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