Interlude I

The night the Sun abandoned us,
No one believed the warnings. 

Seren

The siren whirled passed the ear
Contempting in flurry care
Yet never have it to declare
What truly lies beneath such fear.

And rightly so! Do not reveal
Such horror, and drama, and mindless - ordeals.
Herein deny the existence of such monstrous - things.
Dare not tell nor read past stolen wards.

It's crime, they say.
When they look into the eyes
And whispers float in each other's ears
That who shalt know and commit such a sin
Shall face retribution
In its highest decree.

Crime! They say.
Accusations stolen the surprises
When asked to give prove that life has no reprises.
And then here and now
Say, who declared such laws?
Of broken mandates, of social disorders,
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Praedicator

To hell with the non-believers, the cynics, and those that shun beliefs they don't think are true. The world is not separated by bricks of boring brick, there is no wall that divides humanity. 

It burns to hear the cries of a million human souls. They cry out to be heard, but are still mute to the ears of men. And then there are those who have heard the listless moans of the people, yet pretend to know nothing of it.

The world is too cruel. People with power do not give – they pretend to give, then take more from behind the big blank screen.

To hell with preachers, who know next to nothing, while pretending to know, an example of those who would stab a back because they feel superior while standing atop the defenseless.

But still, I sit here and dream. I look into textbooks and journals for some reminiscence of compassion, toughening my heart because I know the world is cruel. But still, I am defenseless.

What does it take to be above all others, and at the same time, be below all others?

Where Stars Lie

Then, the sky is drawn.
Like a curtain
That baffles the stars.
 
We hear not the lies
Spurt from the mouth
Of an uncouth death.

But lest, could not have known
That the most unlikely can
Find ways to torment those who know naught.
 
And when we do find the fly caught
Entangled in webs forbidden and unknown,
Leap, and strangle it, in depths of the slain.

Led by emotions that keep us,
As it may been for years,
Who can know when to strangle
 
When know not one who can tangle
With blackness, nor with whiteness,
For those who can have long abandoned their causes.
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Exitus

Fate. Funny thing, cruel cruel strings
Brings one to private sacntuaries,
Havens for lost souls, bathed in glories
Forgotten by war, whispered in the den of the night.
Then it tosses the one from one side to the other
LIke ragged dolls unused by masters.
 
Oh lovelies... You forgot how cruel she is
And you forgot how generous she can be
- If she should wish to reveal herself.
Her kindness is not your's, nor mine, to keep
But longs to be treasured like no other.
 
You forget her benevolence
- Her light in the glow of day;
- Her shadows in the wink of night.
You also forgot to understand her, nor did you love her.
 
 . . .
 
Dear wanderer, your soul is no longer lost,
Heart no longer burned with hatred.
You are free of the restrains put on you when CHAINS
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