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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.
Stuck The car sputtered and shook as it came to an almost silent stop. The engine had gone silent as the horn beeped loudly through the dark night. The orange gas light blinked mockingly at the woman behind the wheel. It was making fun of her; she knew it was making fun of her. Grabbing the black cellular phone on the passenger seat, she looked at it with full intention of calling somebody to come help her.
“Oh, what the hell?!”
The “no service” sign was mocking her at the same exact time. The horn beeped loudly as she slammed her head against it once again. The day was out to get her in general. She had arrived at all her classes late, and her son was sick with the flu. The babysitter was able to watch him as she went to her late night classes. Giving a heavy sigh, she lifted her head off the wheel to look out the window. Drops of water pooled on the windshield as rain started to fall in a pitter-patter pattern. She didn’t quite understand the message th
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