His
evil influence flows from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling
every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the
charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his
heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are scorched in his
choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection
flowing through the veins of a dying convict. Hosts of small red ants
crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust
fills the woods of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas
on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken
like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure
and simple... Jack Jeckel. His glow of compassion kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter?s eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom. Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging
from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds of
men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling
masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just"
juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show
is a mere human soul.
When death creeps ?round and life decays, the departed
spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle 
will
begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from
its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin to see
an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves.
Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an erratic living
heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added
to their unearthly performance and the harder it becomes. The deceased
will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to
see a ball drop. For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite
evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into
an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens
the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment
and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are they very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side?
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