Through the Crystalline Window

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Have you ever wondered about how the
concepts and beliefs that define yourself
could shatter the hearts and take the
lives of millions...?

For ages, men have crafted the ultimate
story, the piece that millions and beyond
devote their lives to, only to gain one's
faith that they are loved and to gain
hate from another with their story negated.

It is then when one asks themselves,
Which ultimate story bears the truth of us?

It is this concept, coupled with the mind's
slant towards greed, that destroys us,
the cold truth that makes us weak.

Or is it...?

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The sky pours a dark blanket on the world
One place which has already been tainted
Old prophecies remain riddles by candlelight
With stories surfacing of how we came to be
While tales of the end are floating in the air.

Devotedly compulsive to finish my creation
The pieces of the puzzle are falling in place
I slowly grow titillated as I think of the result
Smiling and laughing to thoughts of supremacy
I feel it all intertwining together for me
My hands feel much rest after my work
I've gone too far to quit on my own goals
Watch my creation rise to the pinnacle of existence

The dream I've carried is slowly coming true
I have recreated the civilization I see
A grand time of ataraxis awaits...

I built myself a window to watch the world
To see trees growing tall and symbolizing life
I watch the people forming the root of civilization
Sharing their passion and faith amongst their kinsfolk
I laugh to myself at how wonderful this life is
The creation I've built that is superior to all
Bonding life with nature in a dreary universe
You can only feel like a hero saving your own existence

I refuse to be cautious of the burning I smell
Perhaps it's the work of a pitiful mind.
The world has been created from the eyes of one,
Live on the passing of the ultimate story.

I've tied man's passions, connecting ropes with knots
Forming persuasive responses in likely occasions
No man shall think like the man he envisions
For the passions I've given him will make the decisions
Ladies and gentleman, I give you man's instincts
To let his mind roam through the forests and mountains
So he knows what it takes to win the game of survival
Perhaps at the expense of the weaker in his bloodline

But that irritating smell is getting a little worse
I shall ensure myself that the project runs fine...
But perhaps an even nastier surprise awaits.

Through the crystalline window, I watch in revulsion
A fire has been lit in the sacred minds of men!
To expose it with fear and punishments abroad,
From massacres to wars and dictators to chaos!
I pledged my own soul to form this life,
Only to watch it crumble over the ravages of time.
Perhaps I shall abandon this troublesome world,
And let it fall into the spiral of oblivion...

Down...

...............Down.....

................................Down the spiral.....

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The little boy lays his head to sleep,
On the fluffly little pillow,
As the father stands above and prays for him,
Granting him the love he deserves.

The father tells the boy to not say a word,
To ignore the smoke and gunshots heard at midnight,
He tells the boy to believe in his existence,
To believe in the prophecies written by man.

... and to fight for those prophecies written by man...

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To the people of all, and to the readers of life,
I send you a message to burn into your minds...

Watch the world from the crystalline window,
See the holes burn larger in their frail minds,
Campaigning and crusading to defend their keep.

Peace has been lost through those burning holes,
A weakness exposed in the typical folk,
Granting human dynasty a lethal fate.

We've already let the cold silence force a conflict
through the holes, setting a chain reaction of horror
and death, lighting the string attached to dynamite
below.

No one can change the fatal tides now.

No one can refund the price we paid.

Lidless Eye