About Me
The Pagan Angel is a symmetrical being, it has no pain, nor feeling. How can you define what is beautiful yet repulsive?
As the clouds drift together forming a canvas in the porcelaine sky, and the sound of all living things merge together to become one. Such as the feeling of universal togetherness gets destroyed by the feeling of universal tragedy. So dynamic, so vulnerable. As if nothing is meant to be, yet nothing else matters.
It is this drive and determination which forms the basis of our communication. 'What is the meaning of life?', is not the question. Those who truly live, only the shaman shall open your eyes and let them bleed the blood of suicidal forgiveness."If you see the sky today you'll change the world tomorrow"
Watch the world shed a tear as mother nature looks down in fear of war and death. We destroy each other 'till the sky turns black and the only thing left is the memory of hate. Is this the way we want it to be? When will society let us be free? When will the pain become nevermore? Is it when we're on our backs, 6ft under the floor?
I drown myself in the river of lies running through my mind as everyone spouts them. Truth is such a virtue, so sacred. The wind blows and the breeze hits my face, the feeling of elation is so great. I close my eyes, never want to open them again, just savouring this perfect moment. I am redeemed by the glee running through my veins... so perfect."If you see the sky today you'll change the world tomorrow"
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Sit under the lonely tree, close your eyes. Can you hear it? No? Maybe you're deaf to the sound of beauty? Let your mind roam free in the desert of life. Explore, create, look! Shhh... Wait. Can you feel the earth die as the o-zone is poisoned? Our life becomes short.
What if you dreamt a thought? A thought which you thought was a dream but was only a thought. Could you handle the truth? As the earth spins, so do we, revolving around one thing..... creation."If you see the sky today you'll change the world tomorrow"
Your self-mutilation is only a mirror image of the pain that life brings. Cut, cut, cut yourself. Take the blade. End it all. Destroy your soul. As we sit in an empty slot of lonelyness we wonder what life would be like to be wanted. Wallow in your own self-pity. Run, hide, cower in the corner. Only the strongest will survive, but is survival really necessary?
Live for the moment, be free. Fate is in our hands and laid at our feet everyday. In death it's not what we leave behind but only what we've done. How can a soul be satisfied if it is forever trapped within these boundaries of inhibitions? If you live without fear, the memories of a satisfied soul will live on forever. It is in death which we are immortalised... death... what a glorious thing.Blessed be...
