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Darkness... It is difficult to see with your eyes closed... It is difficult to control yourself when you don't know what you are. You sleep and dream. You see some faded pictures hiding beneath the closed centuries, your broken dreams, which were newer meant to come true, vanishing hopes, which for so long conducted into nothing, which seemed to be a paradise. Life, happiness, hopes and dreams were made by people to create a reason for one should exist. Those, who cannot see them any more... those, who studied them for so long and learned how to see through them... those, for whom they became invisible, whose were dissolved in the morning mist, left with a mirage of oasis in the desert... those, who reached the end of life are cease to live... he exists. Light... Field... Here are those whom he knows... There are strangers... Blood... Reign of blood and death... the reign of silence. Darkness... It is difficult to catch a black cat in a dark room... especially if it doesn't exist... especially if it snaps and tries to slit your throat... especially if that isn't a cat anymore... especially if you desperately try to see in the absolute darkness with your eyes closed... especially if you know that that, where you look at, is you... if you know that all you can see is darkness... that you see nothing and everything... and you are anything and everything... it's up to you to make a choice whom you'll be... Light... People running along the field... They shout... Orders... Only they no longer combat orders... But how many been killed... Those, who several moments ago were the worst enemies, now united to find those who are still alive... to help and save... Darkness... It's your choice... Either life full of sweet lies... Or existence full of bitter truth... What will it be? Time is running out... It is not infinite... it is incorruptible... it is merciless... it is eternally... it is feeling less... Time is a sovereign to everything... Time! Here is an answer and the solution to everything...Time! Here is the one who rules the fates... here is the one that creates and destroys them... Light... Moan... It vomits hearing... it tears the heart to pieces... it tears up the soul to small scraps... The moan of the countless quantity of voices hangs as a shroud... It sounds like a call... Pray for mercy...Last pray to see your mistake and wake up while there's still time... The world wasn't created by words, but by blood and steel... Darkness... Time! The absolute... Time! Everything... Time! Nothing... Time! The creator of light and the darkness... Time! The creator of that thin balance... of that thin thread, which breaks existence when you break it... that thread, breaking which you discard the gold drop of existence into nothingness... into the nothingness inside of nowhere... to another silver web of existence and ordering, which will also serve as a support... Light... There's even living... Their likes are trying to save their fellows... their fellows, who entreat about easing of their torture... Field seems limitless... But who is that over there? Darkness... Small silver web and the small gold droplet of hope... of hope and good... of good and warmth... of good, warmth and love... Light... Yes... You know who this is... So many years you've spent with him in one barrack... so many years you've spent with him fighting for an empty and unreal ideal... Whose? Why? Light... Light... He... It lives... It moves...He walks to you...It walks in you... Darkness... Love... the word by itself brings warmth... but there is a small icy spider that drinks this drop... sip by sip... this silly droplet which fell into its possessions... He drinks and warmth fades... everything fades...You slowly become that nothing, which you refused to be for so long... Light... No... He flies... Here he stands near you... You can see his face, although you know that there is no face... It looks at you with eyes full of life, although you know that he doesn't have eyes... He stretches his hand to you, but you know that it has no hands... He speaks... He asks you if you prepared... But it does not exist... he is nothing... But it's there... Last strength... You stretch your hand...You almost reached... Darkness... Something... As you newer chose... there will be only one way for you... From nothing you were made... in nothing you will return, bringing that small particle of your feelings... Feelings... Feelings make you someone... Feelings make you live... Feelings make you who you are and no one has the right to take them away from you... So who is he? Why he�??? Light... He smiles with a not existing smile and you hear your own moan... Your prayer for easing of your sufferings... But you almost reached... almost... You see insidious canine of his smile... Darkness... Feelings... Integrity... Life... Happiness... Light... You reached... But why isn't he smiling? Moan...You squeeze out the last... He melts, when with your last strength your hand squeezes his throat... No... Thread vomits, but hope lives for an eternity... Darkness... Reason... you see... you know... you will start from the beginning... you will start all over again� you... you won't fight with the black cat anymore... you won't be looking with your eyes closed anymore... now you KNOW.... Light... Bright light... Light of hope...Light of feelings...Light of love... Her light... She is with you... She is near... She... Pain.... Darkness... |
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