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Consider this.
Look at it objectively.

The night falls surrender to my shadow; the narrow sound of a pigeon reflects over the waters of the moon, my eyes cannot know the sensation.

Search carefully.
Find the sound of my speech.

Desire to forget.

The thought of an aeroplane, crushed beneath smoke and brick,
brings nothing to me.
(Is this my curse?)
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid.
I am not
I am afraid
afraid to die.

Despair is a beautiful word, and I desire it.
There is no cause to question this.

Read between the lines.
Ignore the boxes.

Find something that suits you.

Reality and harmony are ill suited.

War is real.
Pain is real.
Life is real.

We Cry.
We cry...
Cry. Cry.
Cry. Our eyes burn the soil.

Don't understand.
Forsake your thought.
Look to nothing.
Look to nothing.

Point your eyes to the inside.
Let life be your thought.

This is the beginning. The fires are closer still.
We cannot understand.
Understand.
Forget. Become benumb.
Seal the sensation.
Try to understand, we are nothing.

A flock of geese spread across a slashed horizon.

Opening to the vast efficacy permeated by the stars, pale knights ride across a black, satin sheet, veiling the corpse of the world. Wolves follow, their howling sorrow piercing the stars with it's song.

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The absurdity of god. (look to nothing)
Date: Tuesday, 1st November 2005 @ 04:15:07 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: iodinelove
To begin again.

Consider this.
Look at it objectively.

The night falls surrender to my shadow; the narrow sound of a pigeon reflects over the waters of the moon, my eyes cannot know the sensation.

Search carefully.
Find the sound of my speech.

Desire to forget.

The thought of an aeroplane, crushed beneath smoke and brick,
brings nothing to me.
(Is this my curse?)
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid.
I am not
I am afraid
afraid to die.

Despair is a beautiful word, and I desire it.
There is no cause to question this.

Read between the lines.
Ignore the boxes.

Find something that suits you.

Reality and harmony are ill suited.

War is real.
Pain is real.
Life is real.

We Cry.
We cry...
Cry. Cry.
Cry. Our eyes burn the soil.

Don't understand.
Forsake your thought.
Look to nothing.
Look to nothing.

Point your eyes to the inside.
Let life be your thought.

This is the beginning. The fires are closer still.
We cannot understand.
Understand.
Forget. Become benumb.
Seal the sensation.
Try to understand, we are nothing.

A flock of geese spread across a slashed horizon.

Opening to the vast efficacy permeated by the stars, pale knights ride across a black, satin sheet, veiling the corpse of the world. Wolves follow, their howling sorrow piercing the stars with it's song.

This is the absurdity of God.

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