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Be vigilant. The dark is coming. 'Stay silent' he said. They almost listened. 'Wrap yourself in the coldness of our words' and in his voice was a touch of danger. They almost fell. Almost gave in. The world became like a glacier of shapes. Always seeking to fit within the assorted mess of notions and opinions. 'Forget grace' they told us. 'Praise hate' they commanded us. 'Love death' they spoke in unison. But... we are not a wall to be broken down on your insistence. We are not a voice to be calmed just because you think you are a storm. Should we be silent against the false preachers of lies and guile? Or are we going to stand firm, each life a block against the tides of stoic insistence? We will not shame ourselves any longer. Our voice will be like God's own voice. Our rhythm will fall into truth. Our form will fly into the sky, abandoning your need to satisfy the greedy and lazy digits of material plains of death and destruction. Ah... tell us to shut up one more time. See then how loud our words can go.
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
Silence is brazen
Be vigilant. The dark is coming. 'Stay silent' he said. They almost listened. 'Wrap yourself in the coldness of our words' and in his voice was a touch of danger. They almost fell. Almost gave in. The world became like a glacier of shapes. Always seeking to fit within the assorted mess of notions and opinions. 'Forget grace' they told us. 'Praise hate' they commanded us. 'Love death' they spoke in unison. But... we are not a wall to be broken down on your insistence. We are not a voice to be calmed just because you think you are a storm. Should we be silent against the false preachers of lies and guile? Or are we going to stand firm, each life a block against the tides of stoic insistence? We will not shame ourselves any longer. Our voice will be like God's own voice. Our rhythm will fall into truth. Our form will fly into the sky, abandoning your need to satisfy the greedy and lazy digits of material plains of death and destruction. Ah... tell us to shut up one more time. See then how loud our words can go.
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33/M/Australia
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
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