Posted 12/20/09 - 3:13 PM:
Subject: More Ramblings of a Madman
Holy Man -
I paused a moment to catch my footing as I am driven deeper into a nameless void. Now only a shell of the person I once was; I am unworthy of my calling. A voice rang out from the depths of my mind – “If you can not be amid the gods in the abounding light of heaven, then you shall become a devil…” There is too much hatred within me to travel the path of a holy man. The specter beckons once more – “They have persecuted you to their amusement and yet you withhold your true might … Release Me and I will avenge you…” Such a tempting offer, after all it is because of them that I am here. I felt the stones shifting beneath my feet as the presence spoke again – “You wish to be liberated – free of the hate that dries your flesh as if it was scorched soil, free of the malice that smothers the radiance of you soul, unshackled from the pain that has rendered your face to unyielding granite.” It seems that ages have passed from when last I have felt the blush of happiness or the tranquility of peace. Perhaps the freedom I search for can not be achieved in life, but rather in death.
- Face of Stone
“Death may be the greatest of all human blessings” - Socrates
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