Aberrant sounds echoing through my head,
as gruesomely deformed skeletons of victimized children of war beg me for help...
Help I can not give them, for the necromancer has taken my soul.
If only this sickness would end, the rage would be stopped,
the world would be a much better place...
A utopia is not what I ask for.
I only want some peace.
Leave the people be, and let them live their lives.
Only then, our world will be in euphoria...
A thousand prayers of mothers going to their sons,
who are at war, with each other, with themselves.
The epiphany they shall undergo, in a flash it will be over,
yet they have so much to learn.
Idleness is forbidden, ignorance is life.
Entropy is given, while death is all around you.
Are we insane, or just apathetic?
No one will ever know.
But while I sit here,
in my warm and comfortable chair.
Mother Earth is slowly realizing...
That paranoia is a blessing.
Gewijd aan Gregory Walter Graffin.