fishkillszombie

I don't dance to your tunes for what moves me has been making sounds for ages. When the hammer flies, the sword swings, the axes chop and the gun kills... my armor is on even and specially then...

Its better to die with your sword on hand and fighting... than for death to come for you and your sword and armor be on the floor...

There was a child whom his father had given unto him a little cup of water. He told unto him: "Here is this cup of water, I shall leave it by your bed side so that you may drink from it when you are thirsty, in the dark night" then he kissed him and blessed him turning the light off to the room and left him to sleep. After his father closed the door the child in the darkness started to gaze at things about the room, he noticed in a corner by his bed an off shape moving along his bed, the wind growled, the branches of the trees shook and the hairs on the child's neck stood up. As the child continued alone to stare at it, he noticed this thing also looked back at him gripping him in his mind and heart tearing the fabric of his reality possessing his soul.

The room was comfortable yet the child was curled up in a corner frighten at the darkness and the things therein, for they had managed to tear into the poor child. He would not move, could not reason nor speak; and would not dare to turn the light on. Horror and darkness fell upon the poor child taking his understanding, clouding his eyes and tearing his judgment of sounds. The darkness blurred out macabre things in the child's ear, perverting its mind and way of thought. In the darkness the child changed into a creature that made sense out of the logic the night brings, and in it the child was to and from.

The night passed yet to the child time stood still, he loved the darkness and the darkness fed on the child's love and mimicked it to the child but it did not love him. The night wanted to devour the child and all the things the child could bring forth for he hated the child and moreover the father in the other room whom did not fear nor loved the night.

Eventually time passed upon the child and the darkness, and a surreal state roused up in the child's mind allowing him to see. His eye burned from the lights brightness upon the room and it pierced his face and all the darkness in the room faded away. The child looked about the room seeing the things that scared him to be nothing but mere shapes in the room… toys, chairs and his father's cup by the side of his bed; which he did not drink from at his time of need in the dark black night. The creatures had taken their natural shapes to reveal that they where nothing more than his mind playing a horrific game to which the poor child gave into. Having not shared his darkest possessions in his room so, that others may see them in the light and expose them for what they truly are; made the child turn his objects into beasts that festered in his soul and clouded his judgment.

The darkness will eat your soul if you let it… it will turn nothing into everything and everything into nothing. The darkness wants to pretend it loves you and in turn it will make beasts feed upon your fears and spew vial poison into your mind and blind you causing you to fall in the abyss. Turn the light upon your fears and share them with others so you all may say: "Hey that's really nothing, you can over come this". Love the light and be not in fear of the darkness, for your father has put a cup of water for you to drink in through the dark night to quell your thirst forever.

The best things to be said sometimes do not even need to be said at all... They are therefor understood better than on our own attempts...

IF the blind man that walks and sees not what comes ahead still falls and crashes, how much more does the one that claims to see a different path than the true one The Lord has laid?