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Monday, November 28, 2005

   forgive if I offend
The rage self inflicted of the silent gives him death. The purification of the shadows give me blades. The dead’s rage curses me again. Sight without perception blinds me. The fire comes the smoke of a ruined life. The wind makes the smoke fire and the fire burns all. The wind makes a whisper to stop the fire. The fire casts shadows of nightmare. The blades don’t burn and the fire is filled with fury. The rage blinds me with the shadows that were not meant to be. I bash my head into a mirror to stop the vision. My hands are claws. The rain is poison. The devil hangs from his rope but lives still. The people stone the body dangling in the air and the rope breaks. The devil is free again to breed chaos and fear. I take the blades and stab the devil in the back. From right to wrong my eyes go black like a shark’s. I give the evil perception without sight. In fear the run from the watcher. A lake guarding the castle I can not cross. So I hide in my cave, waiting for the fire and seeking the smoke. Blood is not death, bone is death. Blood is skill, strength, and life in progress. Water is life to give and to be. Those who are given death’s wrath are protected from it. Life is always changing but those binded by death do not see its full potential. I do not see its power so I will die at my time. Pain is everywhere, so grow to ignore it until injured by another force. The price for free will is the option given not to be protected. The price of life is death. The price of love is hate. The price of intelligence is ignorance. The dept is always paid to the balance. There are rules to follow that your soul tells you. I am no one to order you or worthy to protect you. All I offer is perception, a understanding of what you may or may not choose to see. Be warned there is no absolute truth good nor bad. Freedom is not always for the best. Ignorance is bliss. You’re choice is not forced either way.
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