Agilia (The Forbidden Truth)

By Ajay Singh (India)

Chapter 9

We always used whatever we created for good or evil. In the final analysis, a 
message for all literate communities, theologians, atheists, and leaderships in the ministry approaches both science and theology as essential needs of this current period. Are we safe under the shadow of nuclear weapons after ignoring the graces from the worlds of theology and literature? Here, the fact appears in the dialogues between the Father and the embodiment of Nature, which elucidates the end of our existence on this plane

                                    When rot of desire seems lustrous
                                    To human being in thralldom of opulence.
                                    Then supernatural power always emerges
                                    To sanctify spirits in thralldom of evil existence.

Again to sanctify all human
Father was called by Nature.
Suffering in her own creation
As an unblessed kind mother.

“What an odd usage is this!”

 Said Nature to omniscience.
"Belief is in thralldom of passion,
 And fame of sanctity is based on opulence.”

"Saintliness rapt for strategy
 Are happy within blaze of prurience.
Sacred belief is standing as pauper
Near these decadent evil existence."

Father standing as a pauper
Told with a mystic smile,
"It is an aspect of illusive sin,
Existent, just for a while."

"Nothing is odd for divinity,
Rapt, to sanctify the profanation.
These are the rots of passions
A daydream, for damnation."

"These mortals with torment,
Are creating basis for perdition.
All are rapt only for dissipation,
Destroying the grace of heaven."

"Believer among deceits of statesmanship
Are much happy with simulation.
So nothing is for divinity to do
For humankind with glee in damnation."

"Existence of divinity always shines
Gaining only pain, from dark of opulence.
So behave as a stoic to greet,
The perpetual victory of complacence."

                                       Soon Agilia appeared as nymph
                                       And yelled near both the supreme power.
                                      "Here you are the both plotter,
                                       Acting as real pauper."

                                      "Nature to save own existence,
                                        Should have been suave with complacence.
                                        No, not as my envious emulator,
                                        Anxious, to destroy my permanence."

"O, Father! Stated Nature
"I am aware of my liability.
But unable to face any taint,
Always suffering to save divinity”

"Now vanity of this dark dapple
Became much onerous for my existence.

Her malice is very tragic now

For the benefit of complacency."

                                   "What a joke! To hide an offence!"

                                     Stated Agilia with smile of vanity.
                                    "Let us see the need of complacency,
                                     Among human-being, the replica of divinity."

                                    "If existence of human on heaven
                                    Would like to persist with complacency.
                                     I will hand over this heaven to Nature,
                                     Destroying my immortal existence."

 "O, No! Agilia please wait!"
 Stated Father with a smile.
"Desire is origination of hope,
That existent just for a while."

 "O, Ruler of this creation,
 If you are steady with your vow.
Nature will persist as your thrall,
 Lonely, even on melting snow."

                         "As you like, Father!" said Agilia
                         "To save own fame and existence.
                           Nature will stay on mountain of iceberg,
                           She will have to beautify this heaven

                           From any iceberg, for bliss and liberty

                           Or, I the leader of this creation

                           Will soon destroy this timid entity."

Before Agilia could say much more
Father took away the Nature
Among iceberg, at the last part of heaven.
So spiritual graces, the basis for joy
Disappeared from existence of human.
  
                            Time was much faster
                            Evolving on its way.
                            Nature the virgin mother.
                            Called and asked to Father.
                           "Is this heaven made for sanctity?
                            Or for sins, to exist forever?

"This heaven is made for all spirits," said Father.
"To emerge once as any creature
For the joy of salvation,
Or to destroy its own existence for ever."

"Rise of Agilia on this heaven
Had created the basis for perdition.
Only belief of sanctity can gain immortality.
After fall of sins in a blaze of annihilation." 

                                "Please, let me know more,"
                                  Told Nature to Father.
                                “I am existent for all,
                                 Now suffering as an unblessed mother.”

"Sacred tenets are emerging as taint
Among fallen belief of humanity."
Said Father to Nature with a smile.
 Inseparable are sins hiding within fame of divinity."

“Look to all the mortal existence,
 Happy without graces of complacence.
Even perplexed in mazes of sorrow
For the destructible trivial opulence."

"Our graces are on way towards ruin,
To decorate the palace of passion.
Gaining fiasco frantic are tribes
Separating the basis of their habitation."

"With lethal statesmanship for fame
Priesthood is emerging as specimen with name.
Pioneer, without feeling pain of starvation
Are now on throne without any shame."

"Desire is the father of grief.
Seductive for any steady belief.
Morality, among storm of fugitive opulence.
Is falling down as a green leaf."

"Sympathy of human is only to fulfill desires,
To blame divinity and fame of theism.
Sects in thralldom of opulence,
Are originating basis for fanaticism."

"Angel with all deity as saints
Are suffering with ensign of truth and complacence.
Today faith is an offence for humanity,
And truth is pretence, for thrall of opulence."

"Now attraction of opulence has emerged
With gory ensign and blaze of terrorism.
Massacre by ruthless, for fugitive fame,
Are regarded by Name, called patriotism"

"Alas! Heaven is under storm of perdition,
Just as hell, after fall of monotheism.
The celestial sapience, offered to human
Is raising high as ensign of vampirism."

"Now fatal blaze, after blast of tonight,
Made by supreme perception
Captured the heaven at some jiffy
Destroying our beautiful creation."

"Mania of some coward egotist,
Had drowned our creation in sea of smoke and cinder.
Now only darkness is existent on heaven.
After blasts of Nuclear Power.”

"Heaven is changed into dark sepulcher
And only vacuity is existent up to firmament.
Horrid black figure of annihilation,
Is now reliant on heaven as a deterrent."

"Human made realms with all our creatures,
Are changed into cinder, by deeds of evil power.
Sacred spirits with steady belief are back to me,
Incarnating as human-being on this iceberg,
As an emblem of sanctity.
For perpetual victory over sins,
They are waiting for Agilia as simple entity."

"Spirits in thralldom of opulence,
Are destroyed forever
Really they had lost own existence
Following the darkness of evil power."

"Now only sacred spirits will exist on your lap
As an ensign of sanctity.
"O, Dear! There comes Agilia as a wounded hag,
Wait for little while, to greet the triumph of divinity."

                         Agilia, the mother of devil,
                         Came as hag near Father and Nature.
                         With heart burning in blaze of revenge
                         To destroy the base of divinity forever.
  

                        "O, my remissive Father and Mother,"
                          She told to both the supreme powers.
                         “Even am I a part of your existence
                           I don't know where I was wrong.
                           So please let me have a chance
                           Once more, I want to try with the shine of opulence."

                             "I really want to expiate
                              Reforming as protégé of divinity
                              Even am I a part of supernatural power,
                              Able enough, to raise the fame of sanctity."

  
"Amen!” said Father with mystic smile
"We are not to penalize any deed.
Only to sanctify the rot of sin, we suffer.
We are always obtainable for spiritual need."

"You both the leader of dark and sheen.
Separated parts of supernatural power.
Existent in cosmos as venerable
Just acting as an emulator.”

"After facing the blaze of annihilation
Some spirits existent on this iceberg,
As simple human, waiting for innovation.
Wants only one of you, to regard you as Regina of creation."

"They are pauper," said Father.
"Only as an innocent creature.
Winner of their desire and hope
Will only persist in this creation
With its own immortality and power.

"Really you both immortal
Regina of dark and sheen,
Had been acting as an emulator.
So now one of you will have to die,
And winner will control
The existence of dark and sheen forever."

"Now come on, both you invincible
Existent with power of opulence and complacence.
Now, on those human-being as pauper
Depends your immortal existence."

                      “Well!” said Agilia with belief on opulence.
                      "Those human-being will justify by its own sapience.
                        Winner of their desire will be superior
                        Other will have to destroy its own existence.”

Sacred spirits, existent on heaven as believer
Were the men with heart neat and clean
Chastity and Ruth were as innocent women
Waiting in that realm of iceberg,
To destroy the immortality of sin.

Father with both separated supernatural power
Came and told to the humankind facing starvation.
"O celestial psyches, still safe from blaze of annihilation,
Awake to welcome the period of beatific innovation."

"Take away one of these celestial powers
Reliable enough, with different eminence
For grace and peace on this heaven,
To perpetuate a rare existence."

"One of these can beautify this heaven,
By warm power of opulence.
Other can only beatify the humankind.
By the nexus of cool complacence."

                           Feminine chastity said as complacent.
                          "We hate desire and love volition.
                           So we want grace, only from complacence,
                           As a perpetual basis for fresh innovation."

                         "We do not want the blaze of opulence
                           The seductive sheen of damnation.
                            Nor we do want the trap of stygian mirage
                            To spoil our own time for salvation."

Truth existent as man stated,
"We will sedulously beautify our existence.
No, not by deceit, as a timid,
Helpless in thralldom of opulence."

"We need a perpetual base for peace
No, not opulence, to separate our existence,

Opulence is the sire of sorrow

Better for us is the shine of complacence."

After the declaration of triumph
By the truth, existent there as ensign of humanity.
Agilia lost her supernatural potency,
And the power of immortality.

                         Desire is originator of pessimism.
                         Seductive enough for verve of sapience.
                         So Agilia the mother of sins as a mad,
                         Rushed to destroy the sacred existence.

                       "O, no! Come on all!” yelled Agilia
                        Calling all her mortal illusive evil power.
                      "Dark is invincible in my creation,
                        I will destroy the name of sanctity forever." 

Soon Agilia changed into an ogre
And came up with blaze of annihilation.
"Your time is up! You the Father of deceit
Always emerging as obstacle on my way
Acting as emulator in my creation."

"Existence of divinity will have to die,
Existent as pauper in thralldom of complacence.
Only after destroying you all forever
All spirits as my thrall in cosmos,
Will be able to enjoy the graces of opulence."

                      Just before Agilia could attack
                      Celestial rays emerged from truth,
                      Surrounded all the sacred existence,
                      Standing still with heart smooth.

After touching the rays of divinity
Agilia, without supernatural power and immortality
Was soon changed into black cinders
On the path to salvation, made for sanctity.

                          Now the dark dapples of supernatural power
                          Existent on that heaven as polluter.
                          Never emerged as an obstacle
                          For any sacred innocent creature.

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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chaptrer Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine