A journey's end
Anger raging, hate began to lust. I remained behind waiting the outcome of this. His sins made him regret seeing the eyes of those sorrowful children. Their minds completely shattered, living nothing in it. Orders followed without questions asked. Five beautiful little angels, who meant to bring joys to those they adore, ended up holding no feelings attached to their sins.
“What have they done to deserve this? Neither pain nor sadness could bring sufferings to them. Humanity’s nature has left them but an empty shell.” So he said.
The night was young then, the moon bringing its true form. Both pure and bright, it stayed high in the sky with pride. Giving us faint lights to move, we took its offering. There they were quietly moving about in the house. He slipped into the living room waiting for their attention. I followed behind having no desire to help.
The first came and saw his sadden face. Eye filled with tears having no hope in restoring what was once lost to him. Every child would burst into tears when he or she felt themselves being made to feel vulnerable, but they were different. Lifting their hands, they announce death. Sadness murdered by his hate, she fell. By his hands, she finally felt pain the way she should feel. The rest stood their knowing nothing, having no thoughts of moving. The atmosphere turned cold. Time was frightened, having no desire to see this through. He then was on his knees, opened his arm and placed himself around her. All else began to fade away, as if nothing has ever happened. Pain, joy, hate, love went on their own ways.
“Leave this shell that kept you empty. Come with me to a place you can proudly call it home. I will be there to see you safe, I’ll be there to love all, the way a father should love his children. Please, I beg of you. Will you come home with me?” so he asked.
Expression of sadness meant nothing to them until now. He who resented the world for its joy opened the eyes of sweet children blinded by the oppression of the world. Never having any chance to choose for themselves, they have it now. Their hearts were touched by his love and so they accept. Wanting freedom, wanting a life for them to choose, they accepted him into their lives. From there, time went to their side, giving them chances that no other could have.
His love for redemption consumed his desire to give. From there, he began to atone for his sins. From there, he finally felt happiness the way God approves. From there, I left them to bring each other joy. From there, I wondered around existence searching for the one I abhor.
“What have they done to deserve this? Neither pain nor sadness could bring sufferings to them. Humanity’s nature has left them but an empty shell.” So he said.
The night was young then, the moon bringing its true form. Both pure and bright, it stayed high in the sky with pride. Giving us faint lights to move, we took its offering. There they were quietly moving about in the house. He slipped into the living room waiting for their attention. I followed behind having no desire to help.
The first came and saw his sadden face. Eye filled with tears having no hope in restoring what was once lost to him. Every child would burst into tears when he or she felt themselves being made to feel vulnerable, but they were different. Lifting their hands, they announce death. Sadness murdered by his hate, she fell. By his hands, she finally felt pain the way she should feel. The rest stood their knowing nothing, having no thoughts of moving. The atmosphere turned cold. Time was frightened, having no desire to see this through. He then was on his knees, opened his arm and placed himself around her. All else began to fade away, as if nothing has ever happened. Pain, joy, hate, love went on their own ways.
“Leave this shell that kept you empty. Come with me to a place you can proudly call it home. I will be there to see you safe, I’ll be there to love all, the way a father should love his children. Please, I beg of you. Will you come home with me?” so he asked.
Expression of sadness meant nothing to them until now. He who resented the world for its joy opened the eyes of sweet children blinded by the oppression of the world. Never having any chance to choose for themselves, they have it now. Their hearts were touched by his love and so they accept. Wanting freedom, wanting a life for them to choose, they accepted him into their lives. From there, time went to their side, giving them chances that no other could have.
His love for redemption consumed his desire to give. From there, he began to atone for his sins. From there, he finally felt happiness the way God approves. From there, I left them to bring each other joy. From there, I wondered around existence searching for the one I abhor.
