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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

if you think otherwise.

do consider the following.

if a landscape was described to you, and you were asked to draw it out with no reference whatsoever, except the images you already have in your minds.

replica?

hmm, define "greater good" in your own words.

oh, forgot. you do the same too.

well, consider that things worsen for intangible, abstract ideas.

what then, makes you think that.





oh crap. you are lost in the wild. you are about to die. or just conk out.

saving grace. water. down the immense valley.

you can't move. maybe you broke your leg.

do pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.
pray.

hell, are you ever going to come out alive?

he is true in your hearts.
oh, yeah, maybe you did not pray hard enough.
maybe there still was a speck of skepticism in you.
maybe he was sleeping.
maybe it was time.
maybe he wanted you to find another way out.
maybe he simply wanted you to know that there was a river two point four kilometres to your right.

maybe, maybe he did not love you.
maybe you sinned too much.
maybe you were the one exception he forgot to cleanse.
oh.

maybe he does not exist.

and maybe you want to consider what you have not considered.

maybe you want to notice the setting in which you grew up in.

maybe you want to notice that you are a contradictory person.

maybe you want to realise that you are so because of it.

maybe you want to realise that you will die in the wilderness with reasons unknown.

maybe, only maybe's will ever surface.

maybe you want to realise that you are a dumb ass who cannot think for yourself.

maybe you want to question if all of it was created because humans feared.

maybe you wish to choose not to be so rigid.

maybe flexibility will remove your shackles.

maybe you want to realise that you have been taking in two opposing factions.

maybe you want to understand that you are violating morals.

maybe you want to STOP stepping into people's personal lives.

maybe you want to shut your gap up?

maybe you want to reflect upon yourself and see that you are a fool.

maybe you want to know that it may all be wrong.

maybe what you are reading is wrong.



maybe you are too recalcitrant.
maybe you are too dumb.
maybe you are too dumb to remove it.
maybe the cult just lives in you.
oh yes, it does.

does it not?


mused at 6:33 pm
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