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General info Manon
Truth or fantasy
restless
Everything
SomethingPoetry
Dark works of ManonNothing is leftA mages visiondeath
infinitylosing devolution death
Herold days
In the old dayspoetry II
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| Infected we are. Our thoughts have been poluted. We believe in the things that people have told us from the day that we were born. We have no own believes or opinions, just the thoughts of the people that raised us. We are not alive, we are the reincarnation of those who gave birth to us. We are rotting away, inside the dungeon where we have been born. Afraid to open the door, too scared to escape. But why? Is it only because we fear all the things that are different? We have created our own reality. We think that all that we see is all that there is, but it is not. There is so much more, still we are too stuborn to open our eyes. The times of horror that we live through, we have created them ourselves. We only feel the pain because we think that we deserved it, or that we should feel it. When we watch at our own blood we feel the urge to be in pain, no matter if we should be or not. We feel safe, we are experiancing pain, so we are alive. However, we are not. We live in the illusion that our life is true, and that our misery is real. We fear to take up arms against the restrictions that we have received during life. Our standards and values are too important for us. But they are not our own. Again we find ourselves in the lives of the ones that were here before us. Still we try. We try to seek solutions to any problem. We search for an answer to the questions that we carry with us. If there is no answer, we make one up. If there is no solution, we take away the problem. We do not dare to fight against all that is not simple enough to understand. One day we'll die. But we are too afraid to accept that. So we have created religions to protect us. We made up a life after death. A hell where we burn for all the things that we have done wrong. or a heaven where we will be rewarded for all the good things that we have done during life. We are all so scared that we have created a higher being that looks after us. It seems that we cannot look after ourselves. We fear the darkness, because we do not know what it might bring to us. We compare the darkness with the forces of evil, so that we have a reason to be afraid. It seems all so useless. Every day we struggle on, every day we live in fear, only to be able to say that we are alive. We need evidence for everything. Without fear, we are dead, so now we even need fear. Our lives turn around all that we have been afraid of all our lives. In the end some of us realize the truth. We are alive, we just did not know before. Now we know, and now, we die… |
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