posted on Sep, 24 2015 @ 01:14 PM
Just another story from a little while back.
As She sits there at Her seat as a Queen. Her chest rises as the air that surrounds Her, the air that must be pure that must be unlike the air all
around, enters her. And then falls as the air is released even purer having been within Her. Her voice can be heard as the shells fall from the sky
and the grumble of the explosions of the shells at the same time as they fly to the ground, to my ears, to the ears of all those that surround me only
missing Her. There are no shells falling, just their screams. The birds and wind are Her voice and laugh, She is the World, She is the Queen. Her
Beauty is eternal while the world around Her, the world that is not the World but just host for Her Party. She is eternal as are the religions with
billions of followers shamelessly praying to a false god. She is the Truth and She lays dead. She lies upon the world with blood flowing out, creating
a pool to swim in. A pool of blood that shall bring Eternal Happiness to those who drink it. In my hand I have a cup with the blood from Her veins
that spilled open upon the ground. My heart dances at that sight. She lies dead and still my chest rises and falls! She no longer lives but I still
do! She is forgotten and I am free of the Disease. The world goes on without ever seeing Her body that is there, just lying there Her blood flooding
the world, the curse that She is no longer there, no longer existent. But, did She ever truly exist? Or was she just a figment? Was She a being that
was but never existed?