A destiny of realism........walked by the few that see life for what it is.

We need a creature that will drive the holy elements from our world. I believe I am that creature. No more invisible gods or

whispered boogeymen. Someone to strike fear in the unjust and terror in the faithful. A demon of reality, pure in a hatred of

misguided religions and faiths. Prophecies of lust and obedience sounding with hymns of pleasurable pain.

Mara transforms human flesh; a creator of lustful deviants . If a submissive soul comes to him with sufficient need,

sufficient hunger for change - knowing how painful that change will be - Mara will accommodate them. They become objects of

perverse beauty beneath his hand; their bodies remade in fashions that they have no power to dictate.

Over the years, over the centuries, this Master has been named many times, but Sir is the only one that remains true.
Where would a wanting soul find him? Usually in what he calls 'the burning places': places of true passion, desire and darkness. But

sometimes he can be found in 'the burning places' in our own inflamed cities: places where despair has seared away all belief in hope

and love; places where lust and heat have taken over. There Mara moves, silently, irreproachably, his presence barely more than a

rumour. And there he waits for those who need him to come to find him.

Outside of the enchanted forest of romance that lay filled with the hopes and dreams of lovers lurked the dark creature

Mara. His treacherous lair built with cold stones by lonely misguided souls yearning for the passions and lusts that surround Mara.

Gas lamps burn brightly in the evening reminiscant of sparks in a pediphiles eyes walking through a schoolyard. Smells of sex and

abundance hang heavy in the air. Pungent musky smells so thick, that a person need either become aroused or disgusted. Even the

wind through the trees sounded as though the were moans of delight and wails of agony mixing in the pleasurable pains of sexual

expression. The land of paradise, or damnation all depending on one's perception. Mara took all manner of souls into his lair, the most

prized where the one's with desire, unsatisfied yearnings, strong-willed and controlling masters of their own domains; the sweetest

souls to torment.

Mara is described both as an entity having a literal existence, and also is described as a primarily spiritual force . Mara is the

metaphor for various processes of psychological obscurity and temptation that obstruct religious practice as well as destruction of

abstinece and chastity. Mara roams between the innocence and purity of the forests, and the jaded ideals of the faceless cities. It is

here in this crossroads of reality and consciousness that Mara can feed on the desires of the flesh without care for the innocence +-8

pouring into his pool of lust.
Unknown "sexyringmaster" Inspired - 16 years, 9 months, 15 days ago