...Building upon defeat.
In the Song of Faith, lie the words of Treason and Deceit. All capable, all willing. For our own gain, all our own doing. ...Building upon deceit. In the Song of Fate, lies, undetermined and unexpected, commandeering Blindness, leaving Belief begging for an answer. ...Building upon belief. In the Song of Life, lies Love, on the river bed, towards the surface, towards the sun, with the Only, with the One. ...Building upon relief. In the Song of Death, lie memories departed and the promise of Darkness. But a step forward to a sphere or a coil, freedom and fear be the Sun. ...We are but stealing upon defeat. ...Toffears ...there was a Sound that once was Breath.
It was heard here on Earth, until its last, until its Death. It was a ripple or a pulse, through the waves accosting the land in its creative escape. Forbidden word, Forgiven world, yet is was sound, yet is was heard. There was a Sound that once was Breath. And it was gone. ...Toffears ...I bore my name in the land of my birth.
I had no choice, but I was honoured. Such hate, with words only... Blame, Whispers, Hearsay... Jealousy. Enmity, by birth, by name... For this dominion... This land that we both craved. And though my heart stopped beating for no other reasons than that of my birth, than that of my name, than for this dominion, this land that is now my grave, my watch never stopped ticking, those guns never stopped firing. Time soon drew a blank. Unobtrusively, we became Anonymous. A footnote in a history book. Let it be said: The last culture on Earth will have nothing to share. ...Toffears ...A life,
a Birth and a Cause. Strong be my beliefs, still I feud and brawl to be granted but a few more years. Still the heart is feeble. And then... the Question... ...Toffears ...For every life...
Is your belief blind enough for you to hate the sunrise? ...Toffears ...Our very future is a fire that we tame.
Our every movement is a lie. ...Toffears ...Light a candle and it burns,
they say. Left or right, and at the Summit, I found no trace but for a worthless headstone and a hole in the ground. For what were we expecting when we resolved to live? ...Toffears ...walls surrounding,
no protection, isolation. ...narrowing echo, fears grown, isolated. ...worthless Life, painless, pointless, segregation. ...Toffears ...as a victim of relief,
for oneself and nothing more, I was ordered, I was told, I rebelled until my fall. Even Love is a selfish act. ...was it I?
thus be the sole witness of the Dark? Should I have? thus be the sole barer of the Truth? Could I? ...Toffears ...this is where they brought me,
this is where I stood. My name, gone, lost along with any memories of my voice. ...Toffears ...between the Self,
Pure Nature, the Entertaining World is thin, but solid. Realise, Break. Facing foul windows, Open spaces, undefined... Violence, self-made. ...Toffears ...I hold irregular beliefs.
The heart is deceased but the beating remains... ...Toffears ...I am adicted
to punishing this body for the sake of others and by the way it is perceived. ...Toffears ...by the shape and the form,
content regardless, the desire to deceive fading by the word and the deed. ...Toffears ...finding the books in the trash,
the burning ash, anonymous confessions of a nation's loss. It was only a shadow, so I pulled the trigger. ...Toffears ...damage echoes beyond the borders of your foul walls.
The economies of war are our only difference. ...Toffears ...hear me, Lord.
Hear me, if you dare. This is neither a confession, nor is it a prayer. On what grounds do they pass judgement and why are these "sins" public affairs? Hear me, Lord. Hear me, if you dare. If you are... "Sin" is a manufactured guilt process. ...Toffears
...she bares your name
as I see her laugh in the innocence of youth ...Toffears ...I can lie to myself, but not to you.
Picking up the pieces of your broken promises. ...Toffears ...your crippled words were noticed
and the loss came to a void. Escaping each other from what was expected, to and fro, until all doors we closed. ...Toffears ...should we believe in Dreams
to know we are Alive ? ...should we believe in God with a beer(d) in the Sky ? ...should we believe in Love when we all burn with Desire ? ...should we believe in Birth as if our Souls materialise ? ...should we believe in Hatred or give Empathy a try ? ...should we live without Compassion, as our Nature is to Lie ? ...should we believe in us as we still will fake a smile? ...should we believe in you...? You, who are so great, yet will take no side? ...Toffears |
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