Sell your soul for freedom.
The Spirit of the Free!
muahahahah
So when will we finally achieve what we always had?
posted by HornedWolf @ 8:35 PM
2 comments
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
About Me
- Name: HornedWolf
- Location: Place of Phantoms, Milky Way, Portugal
Contacto: Akashiclar@gmail.com
Previous Posts
- The Greatest Business Sell Thy soul for Freedom!F...
- Jornal Reptiliano ApresentaEntrevista com os Dese...
- You, standing on the other side,hear, hear my call...
- Perdida, fragil flor pelo candor devorada,singela,...
- Clocks Are Melting DarklyWords, they drain me away...
- Depois de criar o mundo e de o viver, e de o procu...
- Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o amor dos hom...
- AMO TETu és o meu fim.Eu sou ver-te nos alçapões q...
- É só ao fim da noite que a luz se extingue.As bord...
- Naquela altura Cristo não se sabia capaz de tornar...
2 Comments:
hey's =)
quanto ao que tu escreveste, aqui vai o meu comentario.
DON'T KILL ME xDDDDDD
*
Age of loneliness…
Prisons without gates, grades or locks… just walls of air…
The distance around becomes the prison itself. The distance inside becomes the real tomb...
The power to choose, to wonder freely in a realm of echoes and appearances engulfs the wonderer in a flame of stone… a cage of sorrow… an endless circle of shades and ash…
Bright full colors melt in to grey as the soul grasps it’s essence, then getting caught in it’s hollow wail…
Endless freedom becomes far too distant for the arms of the soul to embrace…
And crossroads lead nowhere, after the wonderer steps on their recurring turns, choosing one after another the ups and downs in the corridors of mind…
Vane is the Lord of Deceit, the Ruler of Thoughts, the Tyrant of Dreams since it’s dark shadow tries to enslave the soul, convincing her of his dominion, fooling her with his enormous power to – apparently – create a realm of endless motion, of ever shifting shape, of ever lasting joy; and still…
The Guardian of the Mind is a servant, he’s a tool of the Greater One, he’s the Steering Man that rebelled against his master and turned the boat of life in to a passage of death…
Still - the Dark Lord owns nothing.
His realm - shadows and empty illusions.
It’s a realm of silenced echoes, a dreadful charade of the realm above, the truth inside, the heart within…
The Dark Lord needs to drain life from life’s spring.
The Dark Realm is made of choices never made, of hope turned in to despair, of faith turned in to doubts and of love turned in to fear.
The ever lasting symphony of life transformed in to a distant sound choked under the mists of confusion.
The all bright colors of feeling and delight transformed in to a thick sticky glue of sensations that feed themselves from the essence of the wondering soul…
Will, power, knowledge, vanity, selfishness, confusion… echoes from below of those colors from above.With these the traveler is seduced, with these the traveler is bound…
Fear, Doubt and Disbelief… these are the heads of Cerberus… these are the guardians of his realm…
A circle of Moebius in which the soul is trapped inside the empire of time – where the only way seems decay and the only end is Death…
How twisted the shapes of eternity, how pathetic the Angel of Renewal under the Deceiver’s painting.
A spiral forced in to infinite, a stair up turned in to an endless fall.
This is the realm of the Guardian of Appearances, the Master of Ignorance, the Hollow One, the Twister of Life.
The realm of the mind – where each new question has a question as an answer.
Where the Sphinx guards the door to madness when the fool tries the road of knowledge.
Dig insolent fools – dig deep until you find the walls of oblivion all around… dig and despair…
Because the realm you devoted to as true is simply an illusion to the thoughts, a trap to the mind.
No truth, no lie behind the facts – simply endless tunnels that link to one another…
So – where? When? What is the Grail?
Which the water that will calm your thirst?
Where the mirror which may reveal your truth?
When the moment in which you may plunge in to eternity?
How to give away the power you were offered – as a poisonous apple – so you may finally be?
How to relief the fear of death so you may recognize life as your everlasting essence?
Those are the steps which the Lord of Deceit will veil from you…
Each time you go – and the voice whispers you will fail – listen carefully and realize where it comes from… then BE.
When you feel joy and endless youth – and the voice warns you how fool and how improper you seem – watch who’s scared of the child in you… then BE.
If you feel the wish to be, if you want to forget the rules, the paths already stepped and simply feel yourself – and the voice warns you, obliges you to comply to the numbers, urges you to follow the last one of the queue – realize how frightened that voice is of the new, how challenging it is to face the unknown… then BE.
If you see a light – and the voice tells you about the shades you are – do not look back, look in front because you certainly saw the Sun… then BE.
did you understand? i think so ^^
Agape _o/
*
Hail to you and the powers within ;)
The best comment here.
Agape |_|
Post a Comment
<< Home