On behalf of her love,
she no longer sleeps.
Life no longer had meaning,
nothing to make her stay.
She sold her soul away.
She held him tight to her,
But he still slipped away.
A promise to return to her,
A belief held on,
never fufilled.
After the night he died,
the sweet girl cried till the waters dried.
Her pain ever her heart's taint,
Did he die in vain.
A promise to venge the soul of the Lost One,
Carpets of red,
at her feet,
they are done.
Wonder of the pain and thoughts,
constant evermore.
Haunting sinners from where hatred poured,
See the girl stand tall.
Enemies fall.
undead withering eternal
This blog shall be
ressurected.
With Shadow Hands. (sorry,only one person knows this pun
XD )
And with might,
i shall proclaim my beliefs.
Be it true or not.
For i have returned, roused by the songs of old.
The tones which used to bring me back down to earth.
The sad soul that most people possess, lost in their past,
but fresh in their memories,
as incidents come to mind.
But why.
This blog only existed as my soulful dumping ground.
I never visited it anymore since i started work.
But first, before i get to that:
A new inspiration.
Forget all your beliefs, for the moment.
And think through this forgotten tale.
Things with no explanation,
But Man's faith in Religion,
hardly failed.
Do not be mistaken my friend!
I'm not against any Religion.
The theories of Man,
was simply corrupted beyond salvation.
At the start of the World,
had not a date.
Neither did Time,
Exist at any rate.
All that was there was a Source,
Where all things where created.
With a thinking different from Man,
For Time influences Man's Intellectual notion.
Imagine this if you can,
but probably you cannot.
A way of thinking in which,
Your thoughts are thinking,
Not thought.
There is no time,
to drag the length of your thinking.
No second thoughts,
for you think faster than a wink.
In fact, to summarise,
the World was in an instant.
A World without time,
one of peace and salvation.
No place for suffering.
No place for worry.
Welcome to Heaven.
But would you ever taste it?
You never existed.
The Source then created all things,
and when Time was first tasted.
The animals of the wild,
lived upon the land.
Out came more unique beings,
We now call ourselves Man.
Even the bible records this,
if we take it to be true.
We shared a special place with the Creator.
A special bond we never knew. ("we never knew" can also mean "we never experienced")
Man had to spoil it.
Demons of the dust.
Thats what we became.
When we broke God's trust.
The treachery that came,
With our ghastly deformation.
Doomed the lives of man,
With lies and false information.
People worshipped Idols,
Things ungodly at all.
The hidden power of Humans,
Caused evil forces to call. ("to call" is to come and visit someone in this context)
Then Abram,
A man of great insight.
Saw God
truely as it was.
Neither of Moons or Bestial might.
God was neither like Human.
Nor anything of physical things.
I would not like to call God "it",
For he is neither Male or Female,
but a unique King.
Simply the Source that created all,
It shared a love for its creation.
Not a love that causes feelings of passion (even family love causes a feeling , a rush of sudden liking)
But one of a unique fashion.
You see, it stretches forever, and its a feeling that never fails.
A feeling of attachment, that is unfaltering yet fickle like a tail.
The wrath that it incurs,
Comes like a sudden storm.
It acts in Justice,
Unhindered by love or infatuation of any form.
The Source gently loves us, wants to bring us back,
however it does not give us,
The right to become evil and not turn back.
For it's love does not stand in the way of punishment.
Its only Repentance that saves.
For human love is of folly and foolishness,
It blinds the soul from correct
decisions.
Then Man, once again, corrupts the image of God.
From an omnipotent presence and being,
he's degraded to a human image,
An insult that scorns.
Never was God portrayed like that,
Like an image of Thor.
He was merely mentioned as a Father,
And not all thundergods are Thor.
For God is simply the Source,
That can manipulate all things.
And within every being is God,
A source of Power within.
For we are all linked to God,
we are part of him.
Yet the Demons we are defoul it,
Degrading the Temple within.
We can move mountains,
Oh yes we probably can.
But how can we do it?
A question posed to Man.
Faith is the answer,
says the Bible of old.
But a pure heart is probably needed,
One not easily mould.
Now ends my theory,
Of the Essence of Life.
An image of God befouled,
And of Man's painful life.
All shall end,
once Time reaches its limit.
All shall be told then.
Or as believed by Eric.
The end lol.
YOU ACTUALLY READ IT ALL?
Ok whether you did or not, thanks for reading this ressurection post.
And i find that working as a salesman really CORRUPTS your inner soul.
No.1 : Being perverted is normal when you are a salesman. 0.O (its bound to affect me)
No.2 : Your feeling of compassion is very much weakened. (How can you still feel pity?)
No.3 : You lose touch with the world. (Anti Social)
No.4 : You lose your original personality. ( Like duh!)
No.5 : You begin to think you can get away with anything.
Ok. I have to sign off now. W o W addicted.
Oh and No.6 : You become stingy and EXTREMELY money-minded or goal-orientated. (whatever you choose to call it. You only indulge in your greatest interests and become a very big spender in those areas) ( Others wants are significantly toned down 0.0)
Have fun being my friend. T.T
undead withering eternal
