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There is nothing he can do for her. She Is lost in a world of her own despair. The explosion of emotion. Do we all feel it? She feels it He feels. I feel it. Do you? She flees its flames. Right into his arms. Her fire fills his heart. At first it invigorates him. Alas she cannot hide forever. His embrace is a mediocre shield. Sofar the flames have merley tempered his steel. Soon they will go straight for his heart. But she is a mystery to herself. To look into the mirror is to look into the malevolent. Into the souls of those who should have been her shield. But instead poised her heart. Instead of love they brought chaos. That is all she k

I used to curse God for the hell that he created. But I guess there is no god to curse. I miss the convenience of having a sky daddy to hate. It makes life so simple. REGARDLESS we still suffer so why not it be because of evil? SUFFER the consequences on your naivety! STILL there is so much evil in our hearts. WE are love incarnate! What's left then? When Horus sees no more. When there are no ghosts or ghouls in the night. After the reaper sows loved ones away. Only you see the light? The only ghost in the night is you? Are only you left to reap the rest? Only you. WE are evil incarnate! STILL there is so much love in our hearts. SUFFER

Chaos Firmly rooted I lay With incomprehensible things to say The darkness I must obey Is there a way out Out of this self made doubt Made by a self I cannot comprehend As a child I looked to the ecclesiastical The day of rest will be my salvation On the pulpit of Rome I rested my faith I seeked the depths of the Red sea All I was shown were the shallows of the baptismal font With the heavens ablaze I retreated to Earth Upon the certainty of Newton I was born again I rolled my rock looking for the meaning in the trees and stars Was my destiny to be unlocked in the workings of the cell Shall I find deliverance in the pulse of infantile ne

Ad Infinitum I drive by in my handout, An honest day's work set to the beat of the saw, There they are, holding their life in between their hands. These two estranged lovers Entrapped unknowingly not because of one night's sorrows… Nay but because of a thousand previous. I pass them by, as I always do: mournfully. He is my green comrade The stoic believer, committed to his fate. After all paradise awaits him. I pass them by, like my parents did before me. They are so close, why can they not see! That there path only leads to more miserable lives. They have condemned that which they love most! Maybe that is why it weeps in their hands