[THE DREAMER PART 12 OF SERIES]

[THE DREAMER PART 12 OF SERIES]
the music for this part of the tale...
http://youtu.be/tGWgfoL168w

The dreamer knew that the salvation of man rested on the shoulders of man.
Religion had been corrupted to a point of being obsolete, as the teachings of allah were twisted and corrupted.
The burden had rested there since the beginning when the darkness had begun to spread the seeds of hate, anger, and false superiority. No man is truly superior, he can make situations work to his advantage through manipulation and control. Even then he must realize that even the smallest cog must be in place in order for the machine of his making to succeed. That is what the secret societies had done, they had broken the system down to its very last compound. Some people had to be drunks and drug addicts, some had to run the stores and some had to work in the factories of the system.
Then you have the free radikals, people who were born with or had been blessed with the ability to see something amiss and who were unafraid to challenge it. True warriors who were unrestrained by the constrictions of society and religion. The dreamer saw the mathematics and tried with all his might to bring the truth to the people. Babies that died in bombing raids in war zones, children with swollen bellies who died because they could not get food an a world of plenty, Teenage boys who grew into manhood in the prisons and jails of America.
Statistics on a piece of paper, flotsam on the winds that blew across the masses. The dreamer lay awake at night as things fell into place. Angels of allah that decended to guide him in even his darkest days when life seemed to have lost all meaning. He tried to get people to see beyond the world that had been created by other men.
It felt as if man were the bricks in a wall that was poised to topple and fall. The dreamer had also been born with the ability to feel the pain of his ancestors and he struggled with the weight of not only his dream but those of the ancestors as well.
His was a burden of epic proportions.
And the dreamer dreamed his dream even when his eyes were wide open.