It is then the reality that shatters. Fictive and real, the same but different matters. And I cried and I cried, and I wished that I could escape from this…
Golden or wicked times, the presence of order or crimes. The Ark, sure there was, all but swept with water claws. Antediluvian. Antediluvian. There were many people building the mighty…
Like Everyman, I am short in temper. When I snap I blow like an explosion. To detonate, a blow which can sunder, all the mighty world, is (a) soul's corrosion.…
Oh, I hear a clarion call,
Angel
Angel
calling, whispering to us all.
The ship is there, in haven,
not gray, but white, be brave(n).
You are not alone, not ever,
it is just a journey, but a bit safer.
Black shrouds are high, and once they were white. They were white, but not now, all that is left is to wonder how... Were the loud voices faded, silenced into…