When man woke up for the very first time, the very first time in history, the very first morning, the first time man saw life from the eyes of a human, not an animal, he was so shocked with the new window he is looking through! the human vision he had! for the first time it was used...it must have been such a surreal experience. A crazy wild ride into this very new field he has never been too, with a wild crazy horse called reason. That man had all the capabilities that we have today, although he was so primitive and weak, he had all the passion, all that will and greed, but he had nothing in his hands, he was totally naked, all he had inherited from his ancestor, was just abilities of death, sex, and the ability to eat.
Unfortunately, that wild first look into the world has left him so fast; he couldn’t grasp a single thought that raged his mind at that moment. He ended up being a huge ship with a blind deaf captain; a prisoner trapped inside his huge big castle. Only one thing that could free him, thinking; and on that morning he first got this faculty, he had just finished test deriving for the very first time: logic.
Such a new experience, the first time he learn about logic, and all he had learned before this morning was nothing but sex and blood, all he remembers of his past life were visions of hell, in his little all too animal mind. The very first poem in history would go in his mind without a language, as mere innocent words that knew no religion, knew no tradition, and knew no faith
Here I am
Finally here
I can touch
I can tell
I see blood
I tell the smell
All I have
Fire and death
I all I know
Memories of hell
Here I am
Hail darkness
Your son is finally set free
The wild pig
The bull
Master of the nights
I am the moon
He have seen all on his very first moment, he have had the greatest visions, of heaven and beyond, he saw the sun and looked straight to it and at that time he didn’t know that truth hurts, he didn’t know that power brings paranoia with it, he was so innocent and naive, with all the words he heard, that shook him up and made him stand up on his feet! And all of a sudden… he forgot it all. He had no words to speak it of, he had no words to write this great poem of thoughts.
On and on he started to mimic those voiceless voices, those boundless lights! The sheer and cunning strike that shook him inspired him every day. And since then, every night he started to have dreams, and all of the dreams he gets, all the visions he gets are just one faded picture of that very shocking scene.
Unfortunately, that wild first look into the world has left him so fast; he couldn’t grasp a single thought that raged his mind at that moment. He ended up being a huge ship with a blind deaf captain; a prisoner trapped inside his huge big castle. Only one thing that could free him, thinking; and on that morning he first got this faculty, he had just finished test deriving for the very first time: logic.
Such a new experience, the first time he learn about logic, and all he had learned before this morning was nothing but sex and blood, all he remembers of his past life were visions of hell, in his little all too animal mind. The very first poem in history would go in his mind without a language, as mere innocent words that knew no religion, knew no tradition, and knew no faith
Here I am
Finally here
I can touch
I can tell
I see blood
I tell the smell
All I have
Fire and death
I all I know
Memories of hell
Here I am
Hail darkness
Your son is finally set free
The wild pig
The bull
Master of the nights
I am the moon
He have seen all on his very first moment, he have had the greatest visions, of heaven and beyond, he saw the sun and looked straight to it and at that time he didn’t know that truth hurts, he didn’t know that power brings paranoia with it, he was so innocent and naive, with all the words he heard, that shook him up and made him stand up on his feet! And all of a sudden… he forgot it all. He had no words to speak it of, he had no words to write this great poem of thoughts.
On and on he started to mimic those voiceless voices, those boundless lights! The sheer and cunning strike that shook him inspired him every day. And since then, every night he started to have dreams, and all of the dreams he gets, all the visions he gets are just one faded picture of that very shocking scene.
***
And on and on, that poor man faced disappointment after despair, death and savageness generation after generation, all this world has given him so far. This nature was very cruel to him, she hated him, and she doesn’t want him to live. He has just realized that his forefathers – the pig and the bull, were nothing but fools. On and on he went to find a master that could save him, someone that could help him, and with all this torture that he got so far, this man was willing to give in everything just to find a shelter, so weak he was, so desperate for a change. And yet still, within this dark burning sea, there was one small thin thread of hope that always guided him even through total black darkness; and it was that faded memories of that first morning, that first light he saw. That very first ride of reason he had where he totally knew everything in only one single moment, but he could never grasp anything of that.
On and on this man began to hate nature and its natural beauty, and natural evil. On and one this man started to fight against all the many forces of nature, and he believed so strongly, that he shall respect himself more, and give up all to only one worthy master: a true God.
Too afraid of nature he was, to think that he is almighty, and all strong, he is convinced that this nature is bullying him, so he looked for one brute master, who has all the evil and goodness, and had only one advantage over that prostituted nature: justice. He badly needed justice, because he still remember that very first moment, when he first woke up, he saw heaven in his eyes, and all he knew was hell. He held reason in his hand, and all he knew was total drunkenness. He was so happy to find that one fair brute master, -- as he thought, and he assumed that this master will need absolute arrogance to save him, and so he gave him the best gifts of nature, to prove his obedience, he gave up the freedom of pleasure, definitely, the best of all he had in his hell like life.
And then that same poem came once again to his mind, but now it had more words, and this time he was so strong scolding nature, because he had his god on his side, he was no longer afraid of the prostitute, this time he went and broke the stones that enslaved him, he burned the temples, and built only one sacred place.
Once again
Here I am
I can finally see
I am more than the moon
I am more than the stars
I am the man
The slave of the good
And a warrior against the bad
I am the mighty slave
I have one invisible almighty
To whom I gave all
He is all
And all is he
Hail nature
Your master is here
I am his image
Till eternity I will rule
So happy and content he was. He finally thought that he is free form all the hell that he had, and deep within himself, he was actually fooling his god. He made a sacred deal with him, to give him all his best jewels of pleasure, and totally submit, and get security in return. So greedy he was, so hypocrite. And this is why he cries every time he pray to his god, this is why he thought of the original sin, this was the original sin that he always thought of, this was what he thought in his quest to remember that very first day, that he infact has fooled and disobeyed god. This was not exactly what has happened, he just made up so many parts of the story, to cover this scary and dangerous fact: that he actually was lying to his god. He didn’t love him, he just wanted peace.
On and on he went with this cycle of peace and fear, on and on he went on to give something that his god didn’t really want! Just to purify his sins, just to wash away the filth that he have inherited from nature, it wasn’t that good solution in the end, he still live in fear. But that very same visions of the very first day still haunted his mind, still gave him hope to go on in this life, enduring they heavy burden of one tyrant master.
On and on this man began to hate nature and its natural beauty, and natural evil. On and one this man started to fight against all the many forces of nature, and he believed so strongly, that he shall respect himself more, and give up all to only one worthy master: a true God.
Too afraid of nature he was, to think that he is almighty, and all strong, he is convinced that this nature is bullying him, so he looked for one brute master, who has all the evil and goodness, and had only one advantage over that prostituted nature: justice. He badly needed justice, because he still remember that very first moment, when he first woke up, he saw heaven in his eyes, and all he knew was hell. He held reason in his hand, and all he knew was total drunkenness. He was so happy to find that one fair brute master, -- as he thought, and he assumed that this master will need absolute arrogance to save him, and so he gave him the best gifts of nature, to prove his obedience, he gave up the freedom of pleasure, definitely, the best of all he had in his hell like life.
And then that same poem came once again to his mind, but now it had more words, and this time he was so strong scolding nature, because he had his god on his side, he was no longer afraid of the prostitute, this time he went and broke the stones that enslaved him, he burned the temples, and built only one sacred place.
Once again
Here I am
I can finally see
I am more than the moon
I am more than the stars
I am the man
The slave of the good
And a warrior against the bad
I am the mighty slave
I have one invisible almighty
To whom I gave all
He is all
And all is he
Hail nature
Your master is here
I am his image
Till eternity I will rule
So happy and content he was. He finally thought that he is free form all the hell that he had, and deep within himself, he was actually fooling his god. He made a sacred deal with him, to give him all his best jewels of pleasure, and totally submit, and get security in return. So greedy he was, so hypocrite. And this is why he cries every time he pray to his god, this is why he thought of the original sin, this was the original sin that he always thought of, this was what he thought in his quest to remember that very first day, that he infact has fooled and disobeyed god. This was not exactly what has happened, he just made up so many parts of the story, to cover this scary and dangerous fact: that he actually was lying to his god. He didn’t love him, he just wanted peace.
On and on he went with this cycle of peace and fear, on and on he went on to give something that his god didn’t really want! Just to purify his sins, just to wash away the filth that he have inherited from nature, it wasn’t that good solution in the end, he still live in fear. But that very same visions of the very first day still haunted his mind, still gave him hope to go on in this life, enduring they heavy burden of one tyrant master.
***
And now, he finally was so sure, that his god was a fool. He is so sure, that his god believed him and trusted his hypocrites deeds! All of a sudden he betrayed him, stood up, and killed God! Yes he did, he killed the god he eternally feared, he removed a big stone from his back, and he have grasped one more of that moments where he first woke up, it was unspoken words that told him he is strong! He has reason that could kill fear. He stood up, and got back his evil from god, he got back the Jewells that he once wasted for this stupid tyrant, and when the pure true evil met the hypocrite false goodness, when they both marriage something unexpected happened!
The human was finally born, he had finally been able to speak of all the visions he saw on his first day, he have finally found out that he is actually god, that he couldn’t get in his shoes thought those days of ignorance.
Once more
Here I am
The human
I killed your god
I am the master of all
Past present and beyond
Stand before my feet
No chains of faith exist anymore
No cry no pray no slaves
No god no prophets
I killed them all
Hail heavens
For God and his angles tremble before me!
Yes he made heavens tremble before him, and now he has all the power to mimic back those great words, and those great musical voices, that beauty he once saw. He got back his Jewells; he got back his filthy sex, he celebrated his triumph, but now he has a new fear. It is the feel of the dizzy heights he has reached; it is the sight of the summit from the throne of god that he had never seen! Are you for real! Did I kill him! That’s to much to do! Too much to fear! I am the loner, the master.
The human was finally born, he had finally been able to speak of all the visions he saw on his first day, he have finally found out that he is actually god, that he couldn’t get in his shoes thought those days of ignorance.
Once more
Here I am
The human
I killed your god
I am the master of all
Past present and beyond
Stand before my feet
No chains of faith exist anymore
No cry no pray no slaves
No god no prophets
I killed them all
Hail heavens
For God and his angles tremble before me!
Yes he made heavens tremble before him, and now he has all the power to mimic back those great words, and those great musical voices, that beauty he once saw. He got back his Jewells; he got back his filthy sex, he celebrated his triumph, but now he has a new fear. It is the feel of the dizzy heights he has reached; it is the sight of the summit from the throne of god that he had never seen! Are you for real! Did I kill him! That’s to much to do! Too much to fear! I am the loner, the master.
***
On and on he wanted to create something to conquer his new fear, and today no god could take fear away, no religions is there for him nor any creed. It is a bigger stone he has put on his shoulder this time! But he has bigger arms and a better breed. On and on he created a new army of his own. He crated machines, he started his quest and he thought with that he could secure himself from the unknown source of fear, perhaps the revenge of the once almighty one? Now he have fortressed himself with machines, and walls of steel. He made his machines so strong so perfect, that overpasses his own abilities, own facilities. His new machines now can work more than him, build more than him, heal more than him, and kill more than him. He is too busy preparing for that unknown evil, too busy to realize that his slaves have over passed his own power!
Guess what he is jealous of his steel! The man hates his machines that he badly need, so powerful they had became that he thinks that he can no longer be the master anymore.
Machines machines!!
How mighty are my slaves!
Machines machines!!
They kill the talk they breed
Machines machines!!
I fear them
They are mighty
They are great
I won’t follow them
I am no slave for steam!
My babyies
Are my new fiends
I create the world of questions
The land of void
The land where no machines can be reach
None can be
None can speak
None know
None shall see
None should rule but me
For that I burn the books
Hail humanity
I will kill the light
And raze
What else is left for him? But to fight his own self, to dig in his dream to find a new field. He has over consumed his visions, and there is nothing more for him to explore, he decide on one thing, to raze the lights, and start up a new creed. He has decided to fight his own beauty, to kill his own art, to burn his own castle, for that will bring him pride. He goes on killing himself, fighting himself, enslaving himself, defying those old established rules of beauty and love. He doesn’t want to be a sub human of this machines, that where built by him once using knowledge, and thus he goes finding a shelter in his darkest thoughts, and goalless dreams. He goes own finding shelter in the art with no beauty, and he goes on insulting art itself.
He is in the state of denial for his basic principals, just to be distinguished, just to be superior once more not on darkness, not on nature, not on existance,this time his goal is own machines. On and on, he goes on a quest and this time kill the passion, and kill the products of the fathers, all crush before that man of steel! that he have became, he denies his own love, he denies his own emotions, and he knows well that these are the only source of joy in his dark sad life. With that he finds his pride, with that he satisfies his jealousy, by killing all these he thinks that he is the master of all, once again.
And now, will the time for him to wake up once again, and appreciate that dream he had already seized, or is there a small little word he had totally forgot, form this prefect very first vision, on very small word that caused him his crazy unconscious deeds?
Will he go back? Yes he will, yes he should!!
Guess what he is jealous of his steel! The man hates his machines that he badly need, so powerful they had became that he thinks that he can no longer be the master anymore.
Machines machines!!
How mighty are my slaves!
Machines machines!!
They kill the talk they breed
Machines machines!!
I fear them
They are mighty
They are great
I won’t follow them
I am no slave for steam!
My babyies
Are my new fiends
I create the world of questions
The land of void
The land where no machines can be reach
None can be
None can speak
None know
None shall see
None should rule but me
For that I burn the books
Hail humanity
I will kill the light
And raze
What else is left for him? But to fight his own self, to dig in his dream to find a new field. He has over consumed his visions, and there is nothing more for him to explore, he decide on one thing, to raze the lights, and start up a new creed. He has decided to fight his own beauty, to kill his own art, to burn his own castle, for that will bring him pride. He goes on killing himself, fighting himself, enslaving himself, defying those old established rules of beauty and love. He doesn’t want to be a sub human of this machines, that where built by him once using knowledge, and thus he goes finding a shelter in his darkest thoughts, and goalless dreams. He goes own finding shelter in the art with no beauty, and he goes on insulting art itself.
He is in the state of denial for his basic principals, just to be distinguished, just to be superior once more not on darkness, not on nature, not on existance,this time his goal is own machines. On and on, he goes on a quest and this time kill the passion, and kill the products of the fathers, all crush before that man of steel! that he have became, he denies his own love, he denies his own emotions, and he knows well that these are the only source of joy in his dark sad life. With that he finds his pride, with that he satisfies his jealousy, by killing all these he thinks that he is the master of all, once again.
And now, will the time for him to wake up once again, and appreciate that dream he had already seized, or is there a small little word he had totally forgot, form this prefect very first vision, on very small word that caused him his crazy unconscious deeds?
Will he go back? Yes he will, yes he should!!
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