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The darkness consuming everything.
From the confusion and torment, lack of understanding
Everything; revolving, twisting, distorting.
Everything turning back to the soil, pointing downwards to silence
Creeping slowly, consuming, consuming, infusing giving up
It screams with withdrawal, it aches with pain, walking around and round in circles.
Carving into the soil, burying itself, with the burden of nothingness, unnecessary space.
It screams with absence, lack of intent, lack of flying arrows shooting down the silence, phasing out the silence, screaming in the silence, dying in the silence, the silence that invoked the voices of self, invoked voices of this and that.
Choice to live, chosen to live, living in choice, dying with choice.
Counting down the silence, screaming inside, billowing emotions building up from the disdained, almost regretting, forgetting the truth, of that sad god, that lonely god in the sky.
Celestial revelation in the flowing current, intone in shell.
Creating, destroying, preserving memories, incidents of infidels and incidents of the physical and its impact.
Judging incidents, burdening, weakening, and tearing down the unanswered.
The incident of life as it happens now.
As I see before me, through these eyes and when they are closed, feel it with my hands, feel it inside, hear it, taste the bittersweet, as it screams inside, begging to refrain, from itself, dying to die, dying to understand, life and living.