Buy the Book – Manchild

Time does not heal all wounds nor does it forgive

George Seeholzer

Edited by Emberly Kulp

Illustrations by Melvin

This book is based upon a true story and all names are of a fictitious nature. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Manchild

Copyright © 2017 by George Seeholzer

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

ISBN 1075076390

WGA Registration Number 1876965

Printed in USA by Amazon

Epitaph

It is said that birth along with life allegedly precedes human mortality. Hypocrisy of both mind and spirit destroys the very premise of this saintly salvation. Life ceases for the anointed anomalies before it begins. Sanctimonious sacrilege severely scars the majority of years between the two factions that encompass the period of time of which we sustain life. Evolution as seen through the opening eyes of the beholder ceases somewhat dramatically in time to come, with the cataclysmic closing of the now nonexistent vision portals. The preordained path that lies before us is simple defined as our inherent destiny. Etched within each victim is a soulful slate of eternal proportion. Void of composition during the weaning years, yet remarkably resilient in written rhetoric during the waning years, the traumatic tributes become our inevitable epitaph.

Human emotion equates to the simplest of logic at periodic intervals and to the most hellacious of havoc at other intervals. Remaining resiliently resistant during our adolescent years allows us the luxury to hate love, yet as adults we acquire the malicious misfortune of loving to hate. Denials, anger, frustration, all are calculated into the swirling waters of human desecration. Innocence along with purity is cast aside as we slowly make the transformation into Hells heroic harlots and charlatans. The blackened bludgeoning of our very existence requires massive hemorrhaging within the deepest canyons of our scarred souls. We infinitely achieve to but one purpose in life, and that would be death. All that we have forsaken is inscribed into our soon to be written epitaph.

Acknowledgements

Special thanks to my family and friends for their continued support and encouragement.

To Emberly Kulp, my copyeditor, who helped me make this book possible.