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Divine Truth
Contributed by
-Lazarus-
on
Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 10:33:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Blissful Innocence
Bliss. False bliss. How we seek to know everything, yet, to what end? More often than not, it ends up hurting us or simply creating new questions. Knowledge may be power, but ignorance, that may be more valuable still.
Life was false, what I saw wasn’t real
I was in heaven
But there were demons inside me
The demons were willing to wait their time
As they planned their attack.
I swam well, but stayed in shallow waters
Delusions of Love
Love. False love. Why do we seek this thing called love? So many are driven to seek it, but it rarely seems to turn out well. Some may think otherwise, but it is better to have never have loved at all then to have loved and lost.
Love was false, what I felt wasn’t real
I thought I had the love
Of the Princess of Angels
The demons finalized their plans
Their ambush was almost ready
Growing in confidence, I swam into deeper waters
Restless Death
Rest. False rest. What inspires people to tell the departed to rest in peace? Not all who rest are at peace. Some who try to rest haunt those that loved them while others never find their rest, in both cases, it can happen in more than one way.
Rest was false, waking and sleeping wasn’t real
In the world I viewed through my tired state
I clearly saw the battle
The war in me was raging
The demons had finished waiting
I saw a friend drowning and dove to save him
Demons in Darkness
Darkness. False darkness. How many people say they love the dark but don’t really? They are attracted to the mystery, the power, the isolation of the dark, but they want to look only. These spectators do not know the dark and the dark doesn’t want those too weak to embrace it.
Darkness was false, the comfort it afforded wasn’t real
I felt helpless as I watched
The tide shift
The demons were too strong
As they massacred all that was angelic
I ran out of breath and began drowning in the dark waters
Light?
Light. False light. Why is it that almost all consider light ‘good’? It can burn and destroy worse than the dark. One of the most enlightening things is to be shown how bad the light can truly be.
Light was false, the hope if provided wasn’t real
I continued to hope
That the angels would overcome
The demons were too numerous
To be beaten by hope alone
I fought to the surface only to be driven back down by the blinding sun
Consuming Rage
Rage. False rage. How many people have let rage consume them? It can be a useful thing in short, controlled situations, but it will eat you away in time. The clarity and power it gives it not worth the price it extorts.
Rage was false, the power it provided wasn’t real
I gave up hoping the angels would win
When there was only one angel left
A demon handed me a sword
And with it I slew the last of the holy creatures
Blinded by the sun I learned to breathe the dark waters
Learning Life
Life. False life. What does it mean to live? The greatest question that many a wise man has spent a lifetime in trying to answer is, “What is the meaning of life?� It is something to do while waiting for death.
Life was false, keeping busy in work wasn’t real
As the last angel was slain
I was invited to join the demons
They thought they had won my soul
But I chose to be on my own side
Beckoned again to the surface, I tried swimming by starlight
Angel of Truth
Bliss isn’t false
When we open ourselves to the magnificence of the world we feel it everywhere
Love isn’t false
If we risk the temporary disappointment of the search, it can be found
Rest isn’t false
Imagine that there will be a time free of worry, and rest can be achieved
Darkness isn’t false
It can help us through tough times and let us go when we no longer need it
Light isn’t false
It can reveal all of beautiful existence and the other beings around us
Rage isn’t false
It can remove all barriers so we can better be true to ourselves
Life isn’t false
So precious, so beautiful, while it can be responsible for much suffering, it can also lay claim for much joy
Truth is real
Walking alone for so long, I began to forget about the angels and the demons
I remembered myself
I remembered past friends
I remembered joys
An angel descended upon my path and graced me in so many ways
She let me hear her lovely voice
She let me see her inner and outer beauty
She let me taste her sweet lips
She let me smell her intoxicating perfume
She let me feel her soft skin
As I danced with the angel, I saw the demons returning
They remembered how they’d waited in ambush for years in my soul
They remembered how I’d watched as the angels of my soul were massacred
They remembered that I’d slain the last angel by my own hand
They remembered how I’d not joined them when the goodness was gone
They were confused
All my angels were dead, so who was the one in front of me
The angel handed me a sword
It looked familiar
The sword resembled the one I’d used to slay the last angel of my soul
Before I could question why she’d give me that sword
She spoke, “If you wish to fight the demons, I will fight with you.�
“For how long?� I asked.
She replied, “Until you slay your last demon, I’ll be by your side.�
The angel gave me hope.
We fought together, side by side. Hope soared in me. Maybe we could win. Maybe the good in me could be revived. Maybe there was some good in the light.
But the seed of darkness was still there. The angel tried to change me, but she could not. I watched the joy we had together slip away from her face. Her conviction was bled away and so my hope went with it along with my resolve. Tired, I laid down my sword.
If it would end the war, I’d let the demons have my soul. I kissed the angel good-bye, and let the demons in.
Copyright ©
-Lazarus-
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2004-04-14 22:33:59]
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