Winter’s Rain
Deeds of Mistreatment
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Hoodini's Repertoire: Spawned in subway halls with liquidated volts; generated trains moving to and fro, an ironized effect with chemical streams and malted vessels. Minimized by lies conceived in science. Abrupt with consolidated wrought, despised by complications with experimentation, the motorized male organ channels through his fear with vigor. Entombed in bureaucratic dementia, set in a pile of sociobiological waste and dysfunction, he is declared sinister. Confined by matter, controlled by logic and vintage fear, he is encrusted in disfiguration. A vegetated state of rage beseeched by an unlawful freak of nature. He has been turned into an anatomical metamorphosis and the biological essence of squander. Empowered by a negative sense with superhuman intensity, deprived of physiological components to compare; enhanced with a primal discipline, a lawless phenomena, this duel metabolism, a material substance combined with the unnatural superiority of man's super enlightenment, is definitely a blasphemous casualty of humanity. The mind of disaster divorced of psychological predominance, defeatist of mankind, has a fetish for the affliction of life. The dereliction of man who's time has come to rise into manhood only to find the pedestal had not been reserved for him. It is the desolation of a child and the abandonment of his moral demeanor, placing him at odds with the system. A social dilemma existing primarily as he stands, threatening to dine at a table he was never obliged to eat from. The Iron man's cranium is sublime. However, it is clouded by antisocial behaviors. Just a byline in the force field of super imposed derangements. A trivial descent from royalty, he is dethroned by the scientific world, yet discarded like road kill and such. Though socially despoiled, he has summoned from his source of depleted fears, an inspirational byproduct known to his depositors as determination... And has survived. Handicapped in the ability to take flight and capable of enduring huge amounts of pressure with hidden pain, he prevailed. Deployed with incapable means to run or ascertain any motor skills, his strength is pure adrenaline. His force is the winds of time, shielding his inability to escape. The empowerment of sociological warfare makes him vulnerable to authoritative restrains. A rock solid sperm with an unearthly dispensary of suppressed nerves. And he is man just the same. Binding the forces of nature in a mental grip, he is the director of defectors and the manifestation of diabolical absurdities. A statistical misfit. The reject of societal rejections. He's Ironman; The high polluting master of disaster, ripped on LSD. He's the Misrepresentation; Hallucination; Dysfunctionalization; Disassociation; Mental Retardation; Social Indignation; Rehabilitation and the Revitalization of Anti-dis-establishmentarianis-m.
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Winter’s Rain tells the story of a time when life remained an unfair spiritual war game. It was a time when there were uncertainties and untold mysteries—and for some, fame. It was a cold day in hell, where no one could tell what it was like living in a jail cell. It was a time when challenges spread their way across the sky and when great torrential downpours and blocks of ice astounded more than the pounded dough of the American pie. It was when heavy winds ruled over rough terrains pooled in the distillation of predatory fears. It was a time when the merchant of death ruled like a plague with no breath, but not without the pain of knowing persistent suffering once again. Winter’s Rain uniquely portrays hidden sadness and loneliness. Of the many that embarked upon this sad and lonely journey, far too many lay in waste due to unattended gurneys. All have been consumed by the bombardment of fear. All have fallen prey to its savage rival steer, for not even hell can resist the stall of innocent pain when nighttime falls upon the dream of life during a writer's Winter's Rain.
About the Author
Wynters Reign was born in the mid-fifties and raised on the “Cracked Streets” of Harlem, going through just about enough to be considered a true survivor. He’s done it all, living fast and finding out the hard way that crime doesn’t pay. He currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.