potusa
01-24-2004, 04:20 PM
I’ve seen the days pass by without remorse. The nights stand still in the minds of the discoursed. Time it seems has no stand. The rights of those that are dead had no chance. It came without warning in the mourning of my reality. It saw the heavens of my visions and set them afire. It plunged a knife into the small of my back. Deep into the wound it stabbed for laughs. For those that I have killed I am sorry. There is no sorrow for the lessons I had to borrow. Insanity has me now. It struck through the silence and tore me away at the roots. It placed a hand among my face, shielded me from the blast, and held me in peace at last.
I suppose you’ve started to wonder, how could I succeed in such a blunder? If all are lost in the waste of the world. How did I survive just to watch myself dissolve? Well I’ve come to the conclusion of my fate; it’s to thrive in the destruction of the human race. To drop a bomb on the souls of the innocent, to torture and kill those that I believe to be wicked. The sincerity of my actions have no meaning, I’ve indulged in too much selfless bleeding.
So should I begin where my life had goals? Maybe you can question the severity of my soul. Well I guess it started when I was told, that to prove myself to be worthy. I had to evolve. In the blink of an eye, I caught a haze of a bird and suddenly I realized. Today was a good day to die. So I spent my reality in a haven for the weak. Plotting and toiling, planning the future reap. The blueprints of mass homicide were pages into the mind of a mad one of a kind. I opened the door and walked into the light. The soldiers of an army had no chance to defend against this final fight. As I was surrounded by the demons, I thought to myself. It’s time to repay the needy. With the switch in hand, and the barrel towards my head. The bomb exploded and the bullet carried me with the dead. Yet I still stay awake, watching the essence of life escape. Up into the sky. Where the dust clouded my eyes. It blocked out the sun and choked the air. Futile attempts at breathing. My lungs left in despair.
I walked down the road paved with bodies fallen. I catch the eye of the motionless and I’m glad I was chosen. I can see the criminal behind the clay. They chose their demise before I had them slain. So who are these victims I so maliciously exposed? Why were they killed in the hate I imposed? To tell the truth. They were all too plain. No individualism. Who said I was sane? Don’t make the assumption that I enjoy destruction. Recognize the freedom. That I bestowed upon them.
You might say it’s strange how I decided to prove my worth. To destroy mankind and lay waste to the earth. Uninhabitable. Unsuitable for love. I watched my heart turn into a dove. I couldn’t help but notice that the color was different. The dove was not that of white. But that of insipid. It flew upwards towards the free. But bounded by the insignia. It dove into the sea. Swimming towards the center of existence. Wingless in flight. I was forced to listen. The gentle voice of a being greater. Released the bird out into the distance. Beyond the stars where life was better. A new start. A new beginning. Was all inside the sinner.
Inside me? How can that be? I always thought I was to blame. I came. I saw. I conquered. But that was all left for shame. I overthrew humanity in a second of hostility. And now I’ve been told. Society has a savior. What am I supposed to think? My mental instability has become my greatest achievement. How would you react to a story like this? Would you lose control of your thought process? Too bad for me it’s already too late.
So here I stand. Among the dead. Slowly slipping into the waiting hands. The empty sounds of silence break through the screams of fear. The countless number of people are all but here. They’ve exhumed their stature and seeped into the soil. The fading sights of the last night are the remnants of our plight. That’s when I looked up again. And what I expected wasn’t there. Nothing. Not even dust. Just the sky of life waiting to be touched. So I sat on the ground and looked towards the stars. Mesmerized by the beauty I saw the sun circling mars. Faster and faster it spun past the horizon. A ball of light just waiting to grab hold. I closed my eyes to protect my sight. I held my heart so I wouldn’t care. But alas the emptiness took one more stand. I remembered my heart was only a glare. In the sun spotted mars it landed with a flutter and all was chaos again. It seems my heart was the weapon of choice. A disguised bomb unleashing the plague of a new age reign.
The rain splashed against the surface of red. Soon to be changing. Changing into men. The atmosphere was rampant and soon the streets would be too. The sky touching the water infecting it with blue. Now the sand is green with envy. The lives of the new are full and plenty. Ready to be shaped in my appearance. The souls are starved for more than tradition. Original in form and sculpted with a lack of knowledge. These beings. These demons. Are just here for my amusement. Their time will run out short enough. It’s the course of evolution. And theirs is nothing to be proud of.
Now that the colors have faded. The religion that adores has been painted. To my surprise black and white is no longer needed. The gray faces on the wall. Lined from left to right. From short to tall. Their eyes are fixed towards the cement bricks. Their hands are cuffed and their mouths are stuffed. This stops the hate. No racism to tolerate. Peace and love are free at last. And this time it will last. Crime has stopped. Punishment has ceased. The wars and factions no longer bleed. You see. From my destruction of a race. Came a new one. One that no longer hates. There are no goals. No adversities to overcome. The choice of religion is just one. They pay privilege to only me. The all mighty. They give and I receive. What better way to live my life? Than up in the paradise.
I’ve had an epiphany. During the season of change. From one world to the next. I’ve become associated with more than man. A spirit for what its worth. A guard for all their cares. I disperse the discourse of one. I am the one who has created. They have only divided. Why was I chosen to lead the rats? Throw them over my shoulder and carry them on my back. Like children to the foxes. I remember what they have forgotten. I remember what I was told. To be worthy I had to evolve. So how did I achieve such a task you ask? Well its quite simple you see. The path to reality was handed down by him from years past. That was my epiphany. I was chosen because I was sane. He saw what others couldn’t grasp. He reached out his hand. And offered me a chance. One shot. This was my time to shine. Without hesitation I took hold. Clenched my fist and replaced the thrown.
Eons have passed and nothing has changed. The course of existence has become overly played. These lives I have grown tired with. No excitement to feed my need. Maybe its time to stop my pain. Maybe its time to sell the deed. I should give the same option to the next. Discover insanity in the ideal. And lend him my hand. Explain evolution. And let him hate man. Destroy as I once did. Lay waste to generations of this rat race.
So that’s what I did. I searched for the boy who was just like me. Sane is sight. But delusional in mind. This boy was unlike the rest. He hated the world and how it was run. I knew he would be the one. So through his dreams I came. Haunting his night. Filling his life with fright. I told him of the news and explained how it could be done. The first thing he said, ”When do I get a gun?” Soon enough I replied. This mission can’t be finished without your act of suicide.
When I realized. I’ve had this discussion before. Except I was on the latter. It seems I forgot when I died. The crossing over afflicted my mind. Images of worldly good and abstract views. Clouded my judgment and destroyed the hue. The colors have mixed and separated the peace. This world I hold is crashing. Burning and dying. There is no time for reminiscence. Destruction is the earthly premonition. The last of me left is quickly fading. Before I go. I’ll grant you your haven. The place where you can watch the start. Watch the new world form from your heart.
Enjoy the destruction as I once did. Don’t get caught up in all the dead.
I suppose you’ve started to wonder, how could I succeed in such a blunder? If all are lost in the waste of the world. How did I survive just to watch myself dissolve? Well I’ve come to the conclusion of my fate; it’s to thrive in the destruction of the human race. To drop a bomb on the souls of the innocent, to torture and kill those that I believe to be wicked. The sincerity of my actions have no meaning, I’ve indulged in too much selfless bleeding.
So should I begin where my life had goals? Maybe you can question the severity of my soul. Well I guess it started when I was told, that to prove myself to be worthy. I had to evolve. In the blink of an eye, I caught a haze of a bird and suddenly I realized. Today was a good day to die. So I spent my reality in a haven for the weak. Plotting and toiling, planning the future reap. The blueprints of mass homicide were pages into the mind of a mad one of a kind. I opened the door and walked into the light. The soldiers of an army had no chance to defend against this final fight. As I was surrounded by the demons, I thought to myself. It’s time to repay the needy. With the switch in hand, and the barrel towards my head. The bomb exploded and the bullet carried me with the dead. Yet I still stay awake, watching the essence of life escape. Up into the sky. Where the dust clouded my eyes. It blocked out the sun and choked the air. Futile attempts at breathing. My lungs left in despair.
I walked down the road paved with bodies fallen. I catch the eye of the motionless and I’m glad I was chosen. I can see the criminal behind the clay. They chose their demise before I had them slain. So who are these victims I so maliciously exposed? Why were they killed in the hate I imposed? To tell the truth. They were all too plain. No individualism. Who said I was sane? Don’t make the assumption that I enjoy destruction. Recognize the freedom. That I bestowed upon them.
You might say it’s strange how I decided to prove my worth. To destroy mankind and lay waste to the earth. Uninhabitable. Unsuitable for love. I watched my heart turn into a dove. I couldn’t help but notice that the color was different. The dove was not that of white. But that of insipid. It flew upwards towards the free. But bounded by the insignia. It dove into the sea. Swimming towards the center of existence. Wingless in flight. I was forced to listen. The gentle voice of a being greater. Released the bird out into the distance. Beyond the stars where life was better. A new start. A new beginning. Was all inside the sinner.
Inside me? How can that be? I always thought I was to blame. I came. I saw. I conquered. But that was all left for shame. I overthrew humanity in a second of hostility. And now I’ve been told. Society has a savior. What am I supposed to think? My mental instability has become my greatest achievement. How would you react to a story like this? Would you lose control of your thought process? Too bad for me it’s already too late.
So here I stand. Among the dead. Slowly slipping into the waiting hands. The empty sounds of silence break through the screams of fear. The countless number of people are all but here. They’ve exhumed their stature and seeped into the soil. The fading sights of the last night are the remnants of our plight. That’s when I looked up again. And what I expected wasn’t there. Nothing. Not even dust. Just the sky of life waiting to be touched. So I sat on the ground and looked towards the stars. Mesmerized by the beauty I saw the sun circling mars. Faster and faster it spun past the horizon. A ball of light just waiting to grab hold. I closed my eyes to protect my sight. I held my heart so I wouldn’t care. But alas the emptiness took one more stand. I remembered my heart was only a glare. In the sun spotted mars it landed with a flutter and all was chaos again. It seems my heart was the weapon of choice. A disguised bomb unleashing the plague of a new age reign.
The rain splashed against the surface of red. Soon to be changing. Changing into men. The atmosphere was rampant and soon the streets would be too. The sky touching the water infecting it with blue. Now the sand is green with envy. The lives of the new are full and plenty. Ready to be shaped in my appearance. The souls are starved for more than tradition. Original in form and sculpted with a lack of knowledge. These beings. These demons. Are just here for my amusement. Their time will run out short enough. It’s the course of evolution. And theirs is nothing to be proud of.
Now that the colors have faded. The religion that adores has been painted. To my surprise black and white is no longer needed. The gray faces on the wall. Lined from left to right. From short to tall. Their eyes are fixed towards the cement bricks. Their hands are cuffed and their mouths are stuffed. This stops the hate. No racism to tolerate. Peace and love are free at last. And this time it will last. Crime has stopped. Punishment has ceased. The wars and factions no longer bleed. You see. From my destruction of a race. Came a new one. One that no longer hates. There are no goals. No adversities to overcome. The choice of religion is just one. They pay privilege to only me. The all mighty. They give and I receive. What better way to live my life? Than up in the paradise.
I’ve had an epiphany. During the season of change. From one world to the next. I’ve become associated with more than man. A spirit for what its worth. A guard for all their cares. I disperse the discourse of one. I am the one who has created. They have only divided. Why was I chosen to lead the rats? Throw them over my shoulder and carry them on my back. Like children to the foxes. I remember what they have forgotten. I remember what I was told. To be worthy I had to evolve. So how did I achieve such a task you ask? Well its quite simple you see. The path to reality was handed down by him from years past. That was my epiphany. I was chosen because I was sane. He saw what others couldn’t grasp. He reached out his hand. And offered me a chance. One shot. This was my time to shine. Without hesitation I took hold. Clenched my fist and replaced the thrown.
Eons have passed and nothing has changed. The course of existence has become overly played. These lives I have grown tired with. No excitement to feed my need. Maybe its time to stop my pain. Maybe its time to sell the deed. I should give the same option to the next. Discover insanity in the ideal. And lend him my hand. Explain evolution. And let him hate man. Destroy as I once did. Lay waste to generations of this rat race.
So that’s what I did. I searched for the boy who was just like me. Sane is sight. But delusional in mind. This boy was unlike the rest. He hated the world and how it was run. I knew he would be the one. So through his dreams I came. Haunting his night. Filling his life with fright. I told him of the news and explained how it could be done. The first thing he said, ”When do I get a gun?” Soon enough I replied. This mission can’t be finished without your act of suicide.
When I realized. I’ve had this discussion before. Except I was on the latter. It seems I forgot when I died. The crossing over afflicted my mind. Images of worldly good and abstract views. Clouded my judgment and destroyed the hue. The colors have mixed and separated the peace. This world I hold is crashing. Burning and dying. There is no time for reminiscence. Destruction is the earthly premonition. The last of me left is quickly fading. Before I go. I’ll grant you your haven. The place where you can watch the start. Watch the new world form from your heart.
Enjoy the destruction as I once did. Don’t get caught up in all the dead.