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Wall of Stone

The intent

to ****

has yet to swell

 

What seeds

are needed

in order

to grow

such dangerous flowers?

 

How does one

abandon instinct?

How does one crush thought?

 

How does one betray the mind

in order to make space

for absolute wrongness?

 

How does one put aside all that is right

in order to sin,

In order to delve deeper into thoughts

society has advised us not to enjoy?

 

How does one find the courage

to banish a small portion of what is right

to make space

for what is wrong?

 

and

 

If truth is so sacred,

and truth knows no boundaries,

then why should we,

slaves and servants of this entity,

limit ourselves so?

 

Why should we let right and wrong enslave us,

hold us captive, preventing us from acting upon instinct?

If truth, the entity we respect without a second thought

is so sacred to us,

why do we limit ourselves with things of such little importance,

things like "right and wrong", things that are products of weak minds, weak souls?

 

If God is so powerful,

why should we limit ourselves so?

Why are we less than those we respect?

Why do we choose to be less?

Why do we limit ourselves?

 

Because we cannot be more than the Gods we create?

We cannot be more than the consequences we create?

 

We are the masters of the things we think limits us.

We are it's creators. We create truth. We create God.

We create the higher beings who have no limits.

And yet we, creators of such things, limit ourselves so.

 

We've limited ourselves for so long

that we think the glass wall is carved from stone.

For the wall to shatter,

it needn't be touched;

for the only power needed

is willpower.

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