The Legend of ALLAH SWIFT...
Life as you know it can change in a split second. The change is swift but the events that made that change possible can take years, months, and days to unfold, and within that one moment the change is complete…….
The foul stench of blood suffocated the warm summer night air. Mutilated corpses made this poor part of the planet their final resting place. From the aftermath of what some might describe as Armageddon only one life remained from the cargo of slaves thanks to the faceless stranger who moved with precision, stalked his prey like the majestic jungle cats of Asia, whose power was more devastating and overwhelming than Mother Nature’s own abilities attacked and decapitated the heads of the murderous pack of blood thirsty wolves that caused so much carnage in so little time. This faceless stranger struck fear in the hearts of men with his frozen black eyes that burned with an eternal inferno of pained memories that he only knew, and all of his victims felt before their final breath of life.
The boy kneeled staring with only a single tear in his eye at the make shift grave site he made with his young bare tender hands. The grave site was a mound of dirt with some small round rocks as a head stone. “This will be your final resting place” thought the little boy. “They’re gone and I……and I’m still here alone” murmured the newly scarred boy. The stranger loosened his grip on his sword and with understanding in his voice stated “Nobody should reach Nirvana without the sweet taste of Saki on their lips….this is my tribute to those whom you lost today.” The swordsman reached inside his cloak revealing a black container with an inscription carved from gold in an unknown language twisting popping the cork and pouring a long drink of Saki on the grave site of the recently deceased. “Thank you” replied the young child as he stared into infinity not knowing what the future held for him.
The skilled swordsmen asked in the sternest and most sincere voice, “What is your name?” The boy replied with nervousness in his voice and pain in his heart, “Elijah, my name is Elijah.” With supreme confidence the swordsman replied, “My name is Powerful Mind Allah, say peace to your new master”. Trembling as if experiencing a 7.8 earthquake slowly and phonetically repeated, “Pow-er-ful Mind A-llah” “Elijah…that name is too soft for the true and living God…..from this day forward you will be known as Allah Swift…..that is a name that is equal to whom you are and who you shall become. This is a name that will stand the test of time and bring honor to you and to those whom you lost, and bring fear and terror to those who live disaccording to the law.”
On this day Elijah’s life would never be the same as that one moment came and went thus changing his life forever…..when the light of the Sun first dispersed the darkness of the night sky he was known as Elijah…..then, just as swift as the night turned to day the reflected moonlight replaced the light of the sun and that day was forever gone just as Elijah was no more and that which remained would forever be known as Allah Swift, and this is his legend…..
The foul stench of blood suffocated the warm summer night air. Mutilated corpses made this poor part of the planet their final resting place. From the aftermath of what some might describe as Armageddon only one life remained from the cargo of slaves thanks to the faceless stranger who moved with precision, stalked his prey like the majestic jungle cats of Asia, whose power was more devastating and overwhelming than Mother Nature’s own abilities attacked and decapitated the heads of the murderous pack of blood thirsty wolves that caused so much carnage in so little time. This faceless stranger struck fear in the hearts of men with his frozen black eyes that burned with an eternal inferno of pained memories that he only knew, and all of his victims felt before their final breath of life.
The boy kneeled staring with only a single tear in his eye at the make shift grave site he made with his young bare tender hands. The grave site was a mound of dirt with some small round rocks as a head stone. “This will be your final resting place” thought the little boy. “They’re gone and I……and I’m still here alone” murmured the newly scarred boy. The stranger loosened his grip on his sword and with understanding in his voice stated “Nobody should reach Nirvana without the sweet taste of Saki on their lips….this is my tribute to those whom you lost today.” The swordsman reached inside his cloak revealing a black container with an inscription carved from gold in an unknown language twisting popping the cork and pouring a long drink of Saki on the grave site of the recently deceased. “Thank you” replied the young child as he stared into infinity not knowing what the future held for him.
The skilled swordsmen asked in the sternest and most sincere voice, “What is your name?” The boy replied with nervousness in his voice and pain in his heart, “Elijah, my name is Elijah.” With supreme confidence the swordsman replied, “My name is Powerful Mind Allah, say peace to your new master”. Trembling as if experiencing a 7.8 earthquake slowly and phonetically repeated, “Pow-er-ful Mind A-llah” “Elijah…that name is too soft for the true and living God…..from this day forward you will be known as Allah Swift…..that is a name that is equal to whom you are and who you shall become. This is a name that will stand the test of time and bring honor to you and to those whom you lost, and bring fear and terror to those who live disaccording to the law.”
On this day Elijah’s life would never be the same as that one moment came and went thus changing his life forever…..when the light of the Sun first dispersed the darkness of the night sky he was known as Elijah…..then, just as swift as the night turned to day the reflected moonlight replaced the light of the sun and that day was forever gone just as Elijah was no more and that which remained would forever be known as Allah Swift, and this is his legend…..
