To find that ultimate alone-ness in this uncaring universe… we are godless – we have always been. What questions do we ask ourselves? How do we explain this soul crushing division and loneliness? Are we forever doomed to traverse this universe in this alone-ness? What we wouldn’t give to fill this void of emotion and sensation… everything is so fleeting…
Even if some of us are doomed to walk this Earth frozen and alone… could we ever find that spark of solace in the company of another? Or are we cursed to walk and dream and die in vain?
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In the end,
What awaits us?
What awaits the sinner’s soul?
Will God grant us repentance for our sins?
Or shall He be as Vindictive as the Book says?
We are but playthings in His Great Game,
Pebbles on the table,
Moved by an uncaring God,
Ours is the earthen misery.
What awaits beyond the Veil of Lies?
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In the silent moments before the clock hits midnight,
I find myself sitting beneath that oak tree,
Gazing absently in the intricate dance of stars above, expecting her with glee,
The gathering storm rumbles to the west tonight,
I can sense her hunger long before she appears in my sight,
The coppery tang reaching my heightened senses, she has already indulged this night,
Bringing with it a whiff of something else, something sacred, something pure,
The fragrance of the Acolyte,
Silence. That final, inevitable, thing following the last beat of the heart. The silence that is left in the crib after the newborn’s lungs draw breath no more. The silence after the symphony’s last note is whisked away to nothingness. The silence of the unspoken word. The heft of it. How frightening it must be.
In dark and stormy night,
Adrift in the bottomless, mighty sea,
At the sky I scream my plight,
For this terrible phantasm to leave me be
Oh woe, oh woe be unto to Him,
The mighty Life-giving Lord,
Whose bright, inspiring beam,
Shines, on my soul no more
In this churning sea of dark emotions,
He left his foolish, wayward creation,
And sent his phantasm of unyielding devotion,
To torment him in wicked jubilation