Feed the flames of the Forge
Sacrifice is needed
Feed it with a iron and coke
Life is needed
Force it bend to your will
Sacrifice is claimed
Sharpen the Blade
Life is claimed
Wield the Blaide
Inocence is lost
Use the blade
Life is lost
That all consuming fire, frozen hellfire
The kind of Man, like childrens
Playing with fire, that frozen fire
Remember every nice thing
Forget the source of fear
Forget the reason to be angry
Forget the reason to be happy
Remember what needs to be forgotten
Forgot what needed to be rememberred
Wish to live without fear
Remember the reason to fear
Fearing the posibility
So imposible, unlikely
How can they be so carefree
How can they not see what I see
Why can't they understand
Why they fear what I know
Is that knowledge so vile
That it corrupts a person
That everyone carrying that knowledge
Should be judged with hate and fire
Or is it just our wery nature
To repel anything fearfull
Everything that makes us feel insecure
Security
When one is strong
When one is weak
Remember these words of mine
When one has life before them
When that life is nearly gone past
Remember these words
Those who are high
Those who are low
Understand the tale of this young one
One will never succes
One will never be rememberred
Heroic tales will be forgotten
Tombs of Kings, crumbled
Peon will be King
King will be Peon
Years will go by
Decades will go by
Centuries Will go by
How tight is one's grip
How long will one be remembered
How can one beat that grinding time
Death will get even the strongest one
Death will deliver it's invitation to all
One believes that there's so
The world was grey and halted
The Girl was nowhere to be found
She wasn't on "the other side of the glass" anymore
I couldn't see Her
I couldn't hear Her
But my heart was with Her
and I longed to see Her
She was so gentle
So beautiful
She was really fragile
So delicate
She was so powerful
so frightening
It's Her that I love
Nothing can change it
She loves me too
She understands me
She knows my true being
She has seen my dice
For Her
Nothing I have to pay
is too much to pay
Dream
It's first one to emerge from Nothing. I can't find anything about his looks or preferences. There's actually no article about him in any 'Books of History' that we have been found.
Other personalities of the Traveler have been referring to the Dream both as a person and as a substance similar to the mana. My personal bet would be that he's both, the personality of Him and mana like substance. Most likely he spread himself through multiverses, both His and ours. Resulting loss of a physical form.
This would make some sense into His ability to form a physical universe out of anyone's dream or thought. His ability to travel makes more
We travel through time and space
We are unique
We are legion
We shape the fabric of reality at whim
The Power granted to us is great
There's no one to "keep tabs" on us
No one to restrict us
We wield the Power that everyone dreams of
They wish for it
They are longing for it
They are FOOLS
FOR THIS POWER IS BURDEN TO US
IT'S EATING OUR VERY BEING
RESPONSIBILITIES FROM USING THAT POWER
ARE TOO GREAT FOR THEIR PUNY MINDS TO UNDERSTAND
For we lost what we loved
We lost Her
We lost part of Us
We thought we could be with Her
We thought we could be happy
We weren't allowed to be
We were separated
I killed uncountable amount of
They loved each other
He loved her so much
So much it hurt him
Drove him mad
She was beautiful
She was always in centre of everything
She was loved by everyone
Although she
She only had eyes to one of them
Only him she loved
Those two were in love
Madly in love
But those two
They brought misfortune
upon themselves
for their love is
the forbidden one
Brother and sister
beings of the closest kind
Once apart
Now together
Never letting go
From nothing He created
Perfection for Him and Her.
It wasn't big plane.
Small house for two and Yard
was everything there was but
She loved it. That was everything
He would ever need.
They lived peacefullu there
He started to form personality
of His own. She was there
to guide Him.She taught
Him everything He lost.
She was happy.
She was there for Him.
He was happy.
His Life was there for Him.
He was whole once again..
She was happy..
..and He died.
.. and She loved it all.
For Him it was just a dream
one in many
soon to forgotten
For boy in front of Him
it was real
it was his life
his home
He watched it all
the suffering
the happiness
Truth and lie
light and dark
He twisted that place
to His twisted dream
His Nightmare
He let it roam free
in that boy's world
The Boy stood in fron of Him
watching his reality to become twisted
dead to rise from graves
cities burn
neighbors turning to each others throats
Death became order
madness replaced sanity
hope was overcome by sorrow
Boy asked Him
- Why did you do all this
He doesn't answer to the boy
He's just watching him
silently
The world
Feed the flames of the Forge
Sacrifice is needed
Feed it with a iron and coke
Life is needed
Force it bend to your will
Sacrifice is claimed
Sharpen the Blade
Life is claimed
Wield the Blaide
Inocence is lost
Use the blade
Life is lost
That all consuming fire, frozen hellfire
The kind of Man, like childrens
Playing with fire, that frozen fire
Remember every nice thing
Forget the source of fear
Forget the reason to be angry
Forget the reason to be happy
Remember what needs to be forgotten
Forgot what needed to be rememberred
Wish to live without fear
Remember the reason to fear
Fearing the posibility
So imposible, unlikely
How can they be so carefree
How can they not see what I see
Why can't they understand
Why they fear what I know
Is that knowledge so vile
That it corrupts a person
That everyone carrying that knowledge
Should be judged with hate and fire
Or is it just our wery nature
To repel anything fearfull
Everything that makes us feel insecure
Security
When one is strong
When one is weak
Remember these words of mine
When one has life before them
When that life is nearly gone past
Remember these words
Those who are high
Those who are low
Understand the tale of this young one
One will never succes
One will never be rememberred
Heroic tales will be forgotten
Tombs of Kings, crumbled
Peon will be King
King will be Peon
Years will go by
Decades will go by
Centuries Will go by
How tight is one's grip
How long will one be remembered
How can one beat that grinding time
Death will get even the strongest one
Death will deliver it's invitation to all
One believes that there's so
The world was grey and halted
The Girl was nowhere to be found
She wasn't on "the other side of the glass" anymore
I couldn't see Her
I couldn't hear Her
But my heart was with Her
and I longed to see Her
She was so gentle
So beautiful
She was really fragile
So delicate
She was so powerful
so frightening
It's Her that I love
Nothing can change it
She loves me too
She understands me
She knows my true being
She has seen my dice
For Her
Nothing I have to pay
is too much to pay
Dream
It's first one to emerge from Nothing. I can't find anything about his looks or preferences. There's actually no article about him in any 'Books of History' that we have been found.
Other personalities of the Traveler have been referring to the Dream both as a person and as a substance similar to the mana. My personal bet would be that he's both, the personality of Him and mana like substance. Most likely he spread himself through multiverses, both His and ours. Resulting loss of a physical form.
This would make some sense into His ability to form a physical universe out of anyone's dream or thought. His ability to travel makes more
We travel through time and space
We are unique
We are legion
We shape the fabric of reality at whim
The Power granted to us is great
There's no one to "keep tabs" on us
No one to restrict us
We wield the Power that everyone dreams of
They wish for it
They are longing for it
They are FOOLS
FOR THIS POWER IS BURDEN TO US
IT'S EATING OUR VERY BEING
RESPONSIBILITIES FROM USING THAT POWER
ARE TOO GREAT FOR THEIR PUNY MINDS TO UNDERSTAND
For we lost what we loved
We lost Her
We lost part of Us
We thought we could be with Her
We thought we could be happy
We weren't allowed to be
We were separated
I killed uncountable amount of
They loved each other
He loved her so much
So much it hurt him
Drove him mad
She was beautiful
She was always in centre of everything
She was loved by everyone
Although she
She only had eyes to one of them
Only him she loved
Those two were in love
Madly in love
But those two
They brought misfortune
upon themselves
for their love is
the forbidden one
Brother and sister
beings of the closest kind
Once apart
Now together
Never letting go
From nothing He created
Perfection for Him and Her.
It wasn't big plane.
Small house for two and Yard
was everything there was but
She loved it. That was everything
He would ever need.
They lived peacefullu there
He started to form personality
of His own. She was there
to guide Him.She taught
Him everything He lost.
She was happy.
She was there for Him.
He was happy.
His Life was there for Him.
He was whole once again..
She was happy..
..and He died.
.. and She loved it all.
For Him it was just a dream
one in many
soon to forgotten
For boy in front of Him
it was real
it was his life
his home
He watched it all
the suffering
the happiness
Truth and lie
light and dark
He twisted that place
to His twisted dream
His Nightmare
He let it roam free
in that boy's world
The Boy stood in fron of Him
watching his reality to become twisted
dead to rise from graves
cities burn
neighbors turning to each others throats
Death became order
madness replaced sanity
hope was overcome by sorrow
Boy asked Him
- Why did you do all this
He doesn't answer to the boy
He's just watching him
silently
The world
Stings of the heart
Pull and pluck
Sing me a song I need to hear
I've wanted you for so long
Tripping and trapped
Strings from the past
Pulling me
Screaming and kicking
Into the future
It's always cloudy when you look ahead
"I don't want to be friends
I want your love."
Strings pulling me up
Into the arms of a lover
Into the arms of a killer
But really
With all these threads
Stringing from everywhere
Who can tell
What anyone looks like?
And with all these strings
Covering hearts of red
How can I know
The color of your soul?
Sometimes, he still dreams about the girl.
He is always blind in the dreams, must be blind, because there is no way it could be too dark for him to see. He is blind, but he can hear everything, feel everything, and reality dissolves.
She gasps when his hand closes over her mouth, and he can feel that tiny suction, then the wriggling and flopping as he holds her tightly from behind, muffling her screams with his flesh. He whispers desperate consolation in her ear until the feeble spell of his voice finally takes hold, and she relaxes into his arms, shivering with the sobs that cannot quite escape.
He tapes her arms and legs, wraps her in
So one again I have dared the last frontier, the human mind. Which in it's all glory keeps me wondering.
" WTF are we doing with it!"
That is a good question as we can do allmost anything with it, even stuff like allterring reality is peace of cake. Only thing that one must do is to believe. Believing is the keyword here, not thought or some other more acceptable word. Now is the time that first comment comes flying, straight to my face.
" I don't believe in anything! You piece of commonly-brainwashed-religious-fanatic!"
Well I might be that but there's no way that we might be able to be not believing. For humans it's as important as br
I had a long conversation with a friend of mine quite recently. It was nice little conversation, which growed much larger and complex as we talked. They always do that kind of thing when we are together. We talked about many, many things. Everything from 'How are you' to the depate regarding size of the universe. We jumped into the rabbit hole and from that point forward it was straight free-fall till the end.
I was extremely happy, this kind of conversation is rare find. Completely dissregarding any assumtions and 'proven theories' that others have made. Normaly people aren't intressed about this kind of conversation, they shoot down everyt
I realized that I was late, too late
No way to be in time to school, so didn't go
I saved the world, almost
Missed few things and was too late, again
Made few flowcharts, for surviving the Improbable
That chart is awesome, trust me
Realized something, again
That same thing
"For there are no 'normal' person nor ever will be"
Violence is always there
Behind the mask of normality
Madness is always there
Behind that mask of normality
People are selfish
People thinks that there's 'normal'
Something that makes you better than others
those that aren't 'normal'
They judge others
Those who won't be like them
Those who can not be
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