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Saturday, February 23, 2019

A Young Girl and the Moth Eaten Fakirs


A young girl, stood under a tree admiring the splendour, as a droopy battalion with an inflated phallus walked past the forest of moth-eaten fakirs. 
The moth-eaten fakirs stayed in the forests to be safe from the golden priests. 
Keeping the phallus on the spirit of the moth-eaten fakirs, the battalion wanted to march on.
The phallus needed to be kept safe as the battalion could not carry it anymore
The moth-eaten fakirs knew that this was the army of the golden priests. but they knew no anger, jealousy or fear. 
Yet, the battalion marched on, the neighbouring villagers feared that they need to learn how to make doors. 


The wars went on for long, raging high, especially on the nights when rains stroked the inflated phallus.
The battalion returned, with slaves and riches, they lost many men but those they will forget 
They wanted to reward the moth-eaten fakirs for keeping the phallus safe and inflated.
But the silken ceremonial shawls pricked their moth-eaten skin; this reward they could not take. 
Trained never to loose, the battalion lost control; 
The fearless moth-eaten fakirs were massacred. 
The forest wilted in shame and in rage, the phallus was swollen and ready to burst

A droopy battalion with an inflated phallus walked away from the forest of moth eating fakirs. 
The phallus had to be carried back home, it had become heavier with all the slaves and riches. 
Carrying the phallus proudly on their backs they marched towards the land of golden priests.
Carelessly plundering on the way, men, women, animals even children
Such stories go far and old, as gold lives longer than moth-eaten skin
But the land and the forest could take it no more
A young girl realized that she needed to learn how to make doors.