Of only Third Kind: Earth Shall

Portrait of worldly defenses and dark messages of challenge, offered as a game by a presence from the Abyss, requiring heroics/confidence for simplified sheets.

A metaphysics yarn, loosely inspired by The Ninth Gate (Roman Polanski), which I think you'll like, 

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How would two great American defenders, ministers and advocates of world-capitalism controls for adventurism, Amlan and Esmerelda (a married couple of spies/thieves!), have foreseen the entryways of a new force/message of darkness rendering incomplete-distance insights for Selfie-culture confidence/lifestyle?

Let's call this married couple of diplomats of Earthling-ways (Amlan/Esmerelda) Mr. and Mrs. Smith; we shall refer to the dark presence of message, surfaced from the Abyss of the universe, now seeking self-exile in our Blue-Planet deep ocean post-actions of challenge-words for Amlan and Esmerelda (Mr/Mrs Smith)...Facebook-like. We shall refer to this dark presence as Fear itself.

MR/MRS SMITH: We mean only to advocate the right sanity of Earth's capitalism!
FEAR: Do you doubt our hand-axes for pronouncements in shadows and smiles?
MR/MRS SMITH: We know you do not discredit the skill of us but our distances.

FEAR: You've the special duet-confidence for fortune's risks under action-lines?

MR/MRS SMITH: We're spies in a planet of worry and adventurism, dark angels!

FEAR: You've some claim for completion of this language text before our exile?
MR/MRS SMITH: We'd accepted your game for sovereignty accords of personality.

FEAR: Good for Facebook (let's design it).
MR/MRS SMITH: You mean to offer nihilism for war and fortune diffraction.
FEAR: Correct-o; in deeds, our words for separation concern eyes of action!

MR/MRS SMITH: Maybe we were younglings (once) with water-guns of fertility.

FEAR: We claim some capitalism frailty of needles, governance jam (no?).

MR/MRS SMITH: We guess this social media attack is simplified arson (sure).
FEAR: Then we make mark of your observation of our dark broth.

MR/MRS SMITH: Farewell then; and seek your self-exile ink in our ocean.
FEAR: Selfie-like (good).

Wow, our protagonist pair of darling world-intelligence arms for bread/fruit, 'Mr/Mrs Smith' (Amlan and Esmerelda), had offered the right-touch answers of adjective for dark challenges of capitalism culture worry for Earthling stuff. The messengers from the Abyss, contended with their game-of-shadows in language, kept their quiet/secret promise and self-exiled to the deep-ocean of our fare-rich Blue Planet, seeking a more private form of silent critique of our Selfie/fortune culture of thesis-bound citizenry/faces (damn).

Esmerelda gifted her darling a lovely youth-reminding toy for Xmas, a water-gun of classic image, to make French toast of the joys of capitalism defenses, confident they'd become secret/covert diplomats of our planet's special race of fortune and dangers of the heart (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN (Journal_Notes): "What town would I take this water-gun to, perhaps costumed as a trick-or-treating American navy-man, for masked theater of the toast to all that's Earthling jam and end zones?"

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)