The world does not know me, though my yet to be fulfilled exploits were foretold in pages of the ancient text, recorded at a time when the world was much different from today. I say different, and yet even as I write this I realize that the people of today and those in the days of Nebuchadnezzar and Domitian have not changed in the slightest; at least not in the core of their being.
While the world does not know me, my arrival is not a complete surprise for some—disciples of Him, likening themselves to biblical sleuths, carefully examining the scant pieces of evidence left for discovery and trying to piece together a future global crime scene.
For the rest of the world, I am but a dark legend at best, conceived and contrived amidst the travails of religious hysteria. I am ignorantly brushed aside with relative ease…
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