All of creation suffers, young ones. Only in accepting our own mortality can we make a difference. Only in bearing the burden of our failures can we find the strength to go on. Only in detachment from glory, or honour, or jealousy... from life itself can we hope to spare others from grief.
We are Doom Eagles. And we are dead already.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Thoughts XIX - Pain is my father... Hate is my only friend...
The vast eternity touches my soul, As the light that haunt me fades away.... Tears of Blood feeding my Hate To that place of pain, that once was my fate...
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