Seeking redemption in the permanent silence.
A query among queries: if silence becomes the refuge of the unforgiven, where is redemption to be found?
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The time is here and I am lost, still in a disarray. I'm still fighting the war I never really wanted, I'm still dying before the first gunshot is made. Truly, in the moments we believe we alone should matter, the reality of the pain we've been evading has become more than evident in this tantamount tribulation we call life.
Ah, yes, the redemption we seek is a choice we must make--truly, you cannot be more naive. A choice demands compromise and compromise demands devotion. Devotion requires familiarity and familiarity hurts most--of all things, to be exact--because it breeds that one thing we never can accept: betrayal.
But now that I am no more familiar to this feeling than I was even before the beginning, is there really anything that could bind me to that self-imposed rule? How can something that is not here hurt me more than the absence of the forgiveness I've been longing for?
I will never find an answer to that question now. Things end and we remember that we are mortal. For some, it's become the end they never really needed but something that they've always wanted.
Now, all we can do is say goodbye. Now, all I can really do is cry.
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How far must we fall from Heaven to find out that we've been living on Earth all along? I am the god this world forgot to worship and I have now become the devil this world tries to ignore.
The only way to destroy temptation is to give in to it, says that one soul. And yet, I've been conquering Heaven for so long but I still haven't found this god everyone has been looking for.