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The Answer"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Why do we always keep on repeating them, those same old mistakes? Lose sight of the righteous path, listen to the fear in our hearts, kill our own kind? Why do we fall in line and not for eachother? Why for millenia, do we go on to build, to direct, errect, elect and resurrect only to soil, destroy, desecrate and decimate? We are crazy; the madness of our darkness is the creator of our sadness: insanity.
Until the sun's nova immolates the earth we are doomed to be born and reborn, to die a million times and yet live in a world that has no heart, but that of those who inhabit it: ours. Fragile is our heart, yet we destruct, seduct and corrupt it, with lies and greed we the feed the disease that depletes our soul's light. In the long race of our short lives we aim to gain everything but lose ourselves.
We keep on festering the minds of our children with the same lies and deceptio
Frostherz - Pt.1Ich sehe dich und
du siehst mich.
Wir sind ähnlich, aber
wir ähneln uns nicht.
Du erkennst mich, aber
ich kenne dich nicht.
Am gleichen Ort, zur gleichen Zeit
zieht es an uns vorbei.
Unsere Stimmen tragen keine Worte,
haben uns nichts zu sagen,
kein Gruß und keine Phrasen;
sind uns so fremd geworden,
wie wir das schon immer waren.
Und so lassen wir unsere Kälte
langsam unsere Atem gefrieren.
Und manchmal fühle ich es,
doch meistens fühle ich nichts.
Manchmal fallen meine Tränen,
doch meistens falle nur ich.
Denn Weinen tue ich nur um dich.
Du siehst mich und
ich sehe dich.
Wir ähneln uns, aber
ähnlich sind wir nicht.
Ich kenne dich, aber
du erkennst mich nicht.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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