Chapter 47. Worshipped

KHOVAHSH BURGOOS

SEPTEMBER 1977

I think back to those naïve days when I didn’t have a clue as to what was going on around me when I was a confused male distracted by the wars in the ghettos. I never studied a rainbow or cared to see one.

I turned my back on a promise. God used a rainbow to symbolize that he wouldn’t destroy the world with another flood.

Man, instead, would destroy themselves in their quest for power to show the world who was the victor. If you asked me, it was all an ego-pissing match.

The civil wars in courts all over the country divided darkened mortals into staggering groups, with child support being a booming business.

A very profitable business for the courts, not that it pertained to me because both my mother and father were dead. They had been deceased since my thirteenth birthday.

That day I died two different ways, with heart and soul, and never recovered. My reincarnated self…died when I was thirteen years old. Bef