![]() ![]() Now I stagger from the desert, both eyes blind, without hands. Silence can be broken by reminiscence, by self recriminations. Now I've paid respects to the corpse of hopeful dreams. Now I've turned my back on emotional wreckage. How long did we drag this out? I you had let me, would I have let it go on forever? How many times did you look me in the eye and lie right to my face? Were you just laughing away the whole time? Or did you just look at me in pity and disgust? Now we have escaped from beneath the shadow of Ouroboros. Wave after wave after wave after wave, the truth finally revealed. The ebb and flow that once drew me back has ground me to shore while you're lost at sea. Infallibility is washed away in reality's tide. My blind faith is washed away in reality's tide. The future in your eyes is washed away in reality's tide. No more will I dance to the steady beat of lies. I would rather live in constant doubt and fear, expecting an unfeeling abyss than embrace false hope or extravagant fairy tales. ![]() I would rather burn in hell than cling to man-made falsehoods. Look to me in hate, pity or indifference-but don't expect longing or acceptance in these eyes, or in these words-not for your pompous egotism, boisterous moral posturing, righteous indignation, or resignation to constant suffering. ![]() All in the name of a god conjured in the imaginations and machinations of men. And you shall know them by the fruit they bear: intolerance, manipulation, genocide. And to ignore the divine contradictions, and to reject a fictitious morality, and to scorn superstitions, and to put your faith in logic-this is the path to your damnation. You can never escape the foul presence of christianity. Hidden eyes judge us from the heavens, unseen fingers choking free will back down our throats. ![]()
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