green illusion

In the space of 120 seconds and a margin of 8 goals, Manchester United, my favored football club relinquished the title of English champions to their most sworn of enemies and noisiest of neighbors,Manchester city football club. I will be honest with you, as a devout supporter of the club, that drop of saliva that i swallowed when it finally dawned to me that it was gone hurt. It hurt me that we had lost the title and most of all, we lost it to City... But that was all there was to it, my feelings are enshrined in much more than just the falling of a season, am shielded in the belief that United just it has done so many tim,es in the past when faced with pretenders to its crown will once again forge itself into greatness. like Sir Matt Busby once said, United is a team that seeks after excellence, and when it fails, it just has to settle for perfection. So I write today in honor of the hard work that the team put out through the season, and in comfort of the promise of the future.

It crawls up to the darkness and sits up coiled against the dying wall, shreds of paint fall at its touch.. I stretch out my hand towards it but will not come to me, my movement only seems to push it further into the wall. Whatever got this creature to such a deplorable state, it sees no hope of rescue from its troubles! It extends further as if begging the walls to somehow devour it. So i stand there, absent of thought, absent of speech, resigned to my fate, there is nothing more I could possibly say to change it. This is not a job of a mere mortal like me, I could not change a thing even with all the wisdom of the world on my back. So as I draw away from the scene of my defeat, my feet discover a piece of paper on the dusty floor beneath them, the fable light piercing through the wooden windows allow me to read, this is what I see... the lamp of the LORD searches the spirit of a man, it searches out his inmost being ... I have found my answer so I shall not look back to this day as