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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 around 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 the 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? | 
