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His thoughts were running wild with vivid visions of naked bodies participating in acts which could only be described as grotesque by normal folk and ungodly by people of a religious bent. But then, he wasn't someone whom you would describe as normal. Nor would you even dare to associate him with any religion. God, he used to say, like love, is a concept in which you believe only when you have known it.

He fantasized about a night when his fantasy world would quietly pour out through a sieve into the real one and his hidden demons would then roar out of their dark cave to rightfully roam free in the land which was once theirs to rule, but captured and wrested out of their control by the absurd normal folk using conceited force in the form of their hypocritical righteousness and misplaced moralities.