Post by Candace on Jun 28, 2020 10:10:32 GMT -5
"We are living through a volatile, uncertain, and era–defining period. The coronavirus pandemic and its effects are perplexing and unsettling for all of us. How do we begin to think it through and cope with it?
'Where is GOD in a CORONAVIRUS World? by John C. Lennox.' In these days of lockdown I have got a chance to read this short yet profound book, where Lennox examines the coronavirus in light of various belief systems and discusses how the Christian worldview also helps equip us for our times and offers hope amidst the chaos.
My name is Candace and this is my story."
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~ Saint Louis Cemetery No#2, blacked-out due to temporary electricity maintenance. 'The Magnificent' Candace sitting in her dark room with a glim, the only source of illumination that is carrying some hope to keep the sight intact. Candace leaning to her rocking chair that is moving back and forth slowly while making a cracking noise making the scenario looks quite haunted ~
Candace: In the dark room, even the ticking had a relaxed feeling, as if it was a heart-beat at rest. I feel as if the air moved like cool water and the aroma of the scented candle infusing me far more deeply than it did in the light of day. In the twilight the fabrics are muted hues, as if they too awaited dawn to ignite their colors for all to see.
~ Candace keep rocking on the chair for a few more seconds before she re-begins talking ~
Candace: I don't panic neither afraid of darkness. Instead the blackness is perfect to me, a sort of visual silence that gives a revered awe. When the eyes are closed it gives you a simple sweetness of existing, of being, of breathing, and how those moments extended with such grace until the dawn chooses to bring back the colors. Nay, fear not as I am here to keep you calm and let you fight through the horror of darkness. To me it is not the darkness that I fear but it is darkness that fear ME!
~ She suddenly stops rocking the chair and leans her head at the back of the wall ~
Candace: I am not a conspiracy theorist neither I even feel like to throw crumbs to those who tend to act like one but whatever has been happening with me lately in and outside ICW is like a pre-planned agenda to ruin my reputation. I lost the United States to who? -- Wait a minute! Help me remember what Lucas Balkan called her.. Ah! Destiny Hunter a.k.a "A piece of shit!" Sorry for the language but I just quoted another source, giving him a credit because I don't play like playing plagiarism neither feed the same meal to my listeners every week that they keep hiding their feelings about puking rightaway.
~ She gets back into her original position and continues rocking the chair ~
Candace: Cassandra screwed me! Why would she do that? Well, there is only one thing that I can think of and it is called, Jealousy! That's right! Be aware Cassandra and of her kind as for jealousy devours good deeds just as fire devours wood or grass. I know it is really hard to swallow this pill that you, Cassandra, ain't the only woman anymore who can proudly boast about being on a federation where you fight men. There is a wolfess in the den who most definitely would not mind stealing your spot. What kind of devilish woman you are. Jay Impact, who also happened to be one of my opponents this week, told me that you have been dating Reno Destiny, my supposed partner against Team Balkan. I have been told that he has a history of remaining silent on his opponents and thus getting severe beating by them just as I beat YOU down in the ring last time without thinking twice about the end-result of the match.
~ She isn't regretting about turning on Cassandra to lose the match ~
Candace: As for Reno Destiny so what I observe, and I don't suspect my eyes, he appeared good. He appeared pretty good that he gave an advantage to not only himself to qualify for the next round but also helped Jay Impact to set his score. Now they both are 'accidentally' put as an opponents to eachother. Why did it happen? Maybe they have some unfinished business from the past? Who knows? But...
~ She pauses as she is giving some thoughts to her words before uttering them wisely ~
Candace: Here is one thing that needs to be taken very seriously, Lucas. There is no 'MAYBE' in our case. Because we got to settle an unfinished business. If you haven't wished Cassandra yet for coming as a goodluck charm for you to keep you intact in the round and dream about winning the SFT World championship then I ask you to do a rehearsal and paraphrase the words of thankfulness and gratefulness to BOTH Cassandra and Reno Destiny. Reno did good last time but I don't trust those who feed serpents like Cassandra. I have no intention putting my trust to neither of them. If my chance of success decreases than I still have no issue. Because no matter how much hard you are going to superimpose your desire to win this match atleast it will not be ME who you are going to pin or make submit. Maybe.. maybe Reno, the owner of the pet serpent, Cassandra, will be tempted by her pathetic lover, follow her footstep and eventually get the best beating of his life by the former triple crown and grandslam champion.
~ The lady chuckles which slightly echoed her room alongside with crickets chirping ~
Candace: Oh dear that is going to be one heck of a funniest moment of the pandemic year. Do you guys have annual awards in SFT? The reason I am asking is because in ICW I have chosen as the Champion of the Year 2019. So maybe in SFT I can make a double history by winning an award like "Beating The Hell Out Of Your Partner 2020 - Because They Are Too Pathetic".
Lucas Balkan! You talk about having your eyes set on the prize. Well guess what? Your eyes might be on the prize but unfortunately your feet are walking toward the grave. By the way, my discount offer on the coffins hasn't expired yet. The pre-booking is opened until Tuesday. Because I don't do bookings on the day of funeral.
~ Former two time US champion finishes calling out her opponents with some deadly seriousness in her eyes before she blows the candle which turns the room into further darkness, like a thick velvet curtains of the theater ~
