pain is just another type of energy
Where is this power that is supposed to save us? Where is this creature that looks over us? Where is this person who preaches love but leaves people die? Where is this perseption of everything good when evil is the only thing humanity knows? Where is that ultimate freedom of life and perseption? Where is this salvation everybody waits for? Where is this ultimate secret nobody talks about but everybody believes in? Where is the answer to all questions? Where is the ultimate well of knowlage?
Where is this thing you call 'God'?
The girl looked around looking but not actually seeing. The tears ran down her cheeks and some of them ended on her lips. They tasted bitter but that didn’t matter as they were a part of her, a part of her tragedy. She tried to wipe them out with no obvious result as more and more tears were flowing from her eyes. She tried to stand up, to go somewhere, but wouldn’t running away only make it worse? Where would she go, who could she trust? All those thoughts passed trough her head and she finally realised how alone she was in the world. If there was a God, she thought, how could he let stuff like that happen? How could an innocent boy die without a sound in the night? Sometimes she questioned the society she lived in, she questioned the religion but most of all she questioned herself. She had this theory about how God should judge people. She separated people in two groups- the people who had tried to make the right answers in life and those who had just followed the flow of life. If there was a God, she thought, he should let the people who had tried to make right in heaven and the rest could have another chance. She despised those who preferred to enclose themselves in churches and monasteries and pretend they are married to God. For her that was only an excuse to run away from real life so no harm could reach them.
She looked again around now clearly seeing the walls that were surrounding her from each side. Am I a prisoner or a warden, she thought? Am I a reject of society or did I reject it? She felt that familiar feeling and looked at her arm. Not long now and she would stop, she would stop forever with this terror, with this all. But she felt something else instead, something crawling up from inside her. She had a name for it but she feared saying it out loud. It was that feeling that makes you crumble, that makes you small and useless. She knew it was nothing else but Fear itself but she didn’t want to admit it. Pain and sadness, fear and darkness, all embraced her at the same time and at that point, at that sublime moment she felt free of all burden, like a bird that looks down on the world from the skies knowing that it would never put its feet on solid ground again. She smiled, it has been so long since she has smiled like that and it has been so long since she had felt so happy. She felt ethereal, like she is no longer part of this awful world and her tormented existence. She knew it won’t be long now. The thin red lines were turning slowly into a river and all her hatred and pain was flowing out of her body. She felt a shiver run trough all of her existence and then she knew it was time. Closing her eyes she laid back humming a simple wordless song. She realised that she was herself at last and that made her smile.
dedicated to --Queen-of-the-Underworld--
being blasphemic in the face of danger if Jesus was a woman we would have caged her. But now our souls are burning from hatred and pain pushed inside a box to continue this embolic game God is just a image in the mirror wall and then one day the church will fall And in once the world crumbled in our feet again alone and sad people, human shaped guilt a shell of shame compasion growing in our hearts stunned, pinned to the ground by hundred darts being humble in the face of danger if we were less human we would have saved her. Another boredom feeder, another story soaked in shame to us the world turns around, death or life is all the same Our universe is rotten and sad we should have killed it when we saw it was turning bad No reason to respect the inhumane sacrilage, we are the last of a dyeing race we are infected with the desiese of life we are nothing but mice in a maze.
is it us who did wrong, or the society that made us what we are is it us who are acustomed to killing each other with guns and fire is it us who are running without pointlessly trough the mists of life is it us who blidnly give our soul to the once who seal it into crime is it us who destroy the counsiencness of our children is it us who forget what is the reason of being a human is it us who polute the internal space between existence and death is it us who are the mistake of nature, the eternal error of God is it us who try to be what we are without understanding where we are is it us who put subliminal messages in TV and kill our own children is it us who set the sead of fear in our minds and let it grow is it us who will eradicate the humanity in the blinck of an eye.... no it is you
life is a mistery to most of us, we tr yto break the code bu just end up broken and sore, we try to run as wild as we can, separete the boy from the man, try to escape the pain and frustration of the normal day, corrupted by the air we breath and sounds we hear, not even trying to understand what others say, we close our eyes for the injustice in the world to stare at the bak of our eyelids and closing ourselfs from the society, but as we are nothing but left-overs in the corporal mashine we are chewed and spitt out while others get killed for no more reason then a cup of salt, we get our brain washed by adds on tv to by sertain product, when there are people who die for a cup of water, we travel through our own mind as a rollercoaster, pain is nothing but the break of this ride, when we realise that nobody lives but everybody dies, and so we get chained in our thoughts of the present not even looking forward, but always backward, defending our back from our own kind and trying at the same time to stab the one infront of u in the back with his own knife, we live sleeping and dreaming of a world that doesn't actually exist, a world where free will is actually free and u can be whatever you want, but I tell you, look at your world now, where people are gudged not by the qualities of their personality but the colour of their skin or the way they dress or god they worship, when did we become so hatefull, when did we become so enclosed in our own hopes for a better tomorrow when we have to hope for a better today where nobody dies of hunger and everybody lends a hand to the others without waiting something in return, but I spit on the pride of those who think that money has more value then human life and that kapitalistic system that has brought so many pain and suffering to the once i love and those i charish, why should the innocent succumb to a corupted system when the guilty once are safely up on the throne eating chicken wings and oisters when we feed on our own dreams and we choack on our hope for a better life for our kids that know nothing else but war and death, they know how to kill a man in 5 different ways but don't know how to write a letter to their grandparents, when they know the price of all the new clothes and dont know who is Shakespear, when the only thing they read is the back of the cardboard box of cereal and watch nothing else but their favourite celeberties cell theirselfs on tv for peanuts, sellin their soul for nothin much but fame, hungry for the word, hungry for the recognisian of their existence, but I don recognise them as they didn't help humanity, they helped themselfs and now they live happily ever after on the ruined lives of many, brainwashed and crushed by a mashine ran by masters of puppets, shadows hidden in the back that manage to start a war with the snap of their fingers, for whom the life of a man is as insignificant as the life of a fly, I spit on people that think equality is something bad, as human is made to strave for domination, to try to crush his brother and be on top.
So where did we go wrong?
personally i have been against anything consisting the letter 'b'....like 'balloons', 'bikes' and sometimes 'boxer-shorts'. But when i layed my eyes on this 'blog' thingy it was a love from the first sight. Its green curves and smooth silky words made my world shake and my pants wanna dance the rumba. I had only one question in my head
'WHAT THE FECK IS A BLOG!!!'
now i knew what was the reason in my life, to join the army, travel to interesting places, meet interesting people and eventually shoot them. But the army didn accept me as i failed my exam....the only question i didn answer was 'How do u disarm Blog?' .....as i didn rlly know what a Blog is i just wrote 'With ur hands and using a rubber hose.' ....they said i am retarted and sent me home with dishonorable discharge...well atleast u cant say dishonorable without 'honorable'.
I will keep it short and tidy as long words make me twich...i can never remember the name of the phobia of long words but i sure have that too. They said i suffer from extreme case of randomness....they are wrong, its not me who is random, its the world who randoms me.
If you have kept on reading untill here you have surelly understood that there is no visible point in this Blog exept a monologe about our existence and why the feck rabbits have more sex then me. If anyone knows what a BLOG is or his where-abouts, please contact us and u will get a free fruit basket....fruits come in a different box.
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