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Humanity Contemplations
- Volume 1:
- When Ashes Fall in June.
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Together:
Don't say anything. Just listen to the sirens.
These things are sometimes obvious, much
like the coming of the demon lord. The sky is
orange, darkening. It's time to go home.

Anything Expected:
Nature sounds, listen to the rainfall as it blends.
Creating emotions. A song can make anything
trivial. A pistol cocking - infinite loop.
Colours bleed to black and white. It sounds
better that way.

A New Way:
Piece in the middle, the core is going home.
A universal concept upon which all can agree.
It's where the most damage is done.

17 - Lonely:
You wanted to show someone, but they all
said, "Show your friends." Toss your phone
into the river, and find a silent friend to
talk to, or spend time with the alien.
Find some meaning in the rain which
falls, casting ripples in the stream.
Snap! Take another photograph, so that you
have something to compare the future
with.

Early Signs of Something Unusual:
Drink tea from a painted china cup.
Commotion - nobody's talking. This could
be the end for most of us. The monsters in
white welcome you to this new machine.
Still waiting for the hand to find its place.
Stir gently. If you add sugar, your brain will
do the moonwalk. Spinning - there's no fixed
centre to the vortex.

Day Before X:
What is mattering to us?
Time is all we have.
But we don't need it, though we want it so badly.
To have things, and a life of cheap crusades.
Will humans ever realise they don't have
the answers inside?
Look at the pictures in a book.
Everything becomes pretend.
Purpose is its own reward.
Good is not. Bad becomes.
The light never runs when shadows arrive.
Listen.
Watch.
They are watching you - they are darkness incarnate.
It wasn't always this way.
There was a good time, but it was thrown away.
Will never be so again in this existence.
Something is coming.
The nightmare is forming.
The Dark Prince is waiting.
There is much emptiness.
Big things hide little deceptions.
The world is Lucifer's.
Watch the darkness ebb and wane.
Then come back even stronger than before.
Lights are locked away.
People don't want to be laughed at by
the wicked.
People cannot fight.
They don't believe Himself exists.
Himself is happy.
Himself's emotions are not understandable.
The dark kingdom is everywhere.
There is no way to destroy it.
Listen.
Watch.
Look away.
Welcome to Hell.

Where the Earth Meets the Sky:
No horizon - all is here, the sky is the new edge.
Shadows lurking in the mist and haze. Someone
will make a film about this, getting all specifics
wrong. Where is she hiding? Somewhere out
there beyond the edge? No, she's hiding in your
mind.

Cold Water, Issues:
Choose a colour, take your time. There's a clicking
of logic in your mind - that's a colour no-one's sure
even exists. She's not easy to impress, and you're
gambling with a lot. Run and dodge; it hurts to have
your throat cut.

She's using that crazy face. That girl's indestructible.
She's uncontrollable, she knows what she wants, and
you know it, also.

Moonlight, Awake:
Something is happening. The moon is shining through
the window. Not caring where she is or what she's doing.
It's her business. But, if it doesn't matter, why this
jealousy?

Smile, Your World is About to End!:
Find your way. We're waiting for the lights to change.
Keep silent, let your lips move. Blink and look to
the left or right, but watch the lady in the driver's seat.
These arguments are constant, and soon things will
come out into the open. Suspicion and a scandal,
fuelled by gossip. You're not worried, it's going to
be alright. Just keep looking sideways, but don't
stop looking at yourself.

17, Lonely II:
Deeper breaths to ease the pain of knowing.
The lights are mesmerising; the night is alive.
Still so young. A life to live, a soul's fate to decide.
Waiting for a messenger to answer this unspoken
question.

That anyone should live on old bread and a little soda.
Belonging to something - see the rows of fireflies.

Cars go passing by. In the sky a storm is forming: this time
it could be too much, and a soul will overflow - filling up the
hidden places on the floor. Then everything will be a little
different. Tiny bubbles burst - close eyes and cry.
Someone's laughing, and it's not Palahniuk.

British Rapper in Tokyo - A Ballard #1:
You say it's better, and you've still got a way to go.
But that's because you're falling faster and headed
for disaster. The fun is over - now it's time to face
the music. God was watching, though you said said he
wasn't there.

So pray, so pray; your lives don't really matter anyway.

You saw a lot of falseness, and you were somewhat unconvinced.
But, now everything's uncertain, and it's too late for someone.

Marking off each milestone, you said, "We're creating history."
But the future that you were working for could never exist.

And with all this talk of human rights, you are shown
up hypocrites. Content in all your selfishness - whilst
millions of innocents die.

You blame it on the good of heart, like a man who smashes
mirrors because they show him how he really is - unsightly
and unclean.

And where will you find the answers?
Where will you stand as the prophecies are turned to ashes?
Where will you look as another life is thrown away?
And how will you feel when you have to lose your life in vain?

Many people have nothing to rely on - no-one to show the way.
The truth can be offensive, but someone has to say it.
Because without it there is nothing.

And think of the people who know there's something more to life.
This town seems so depressing, because everything's the same.
People who gave everything to bring about good change, they
are now forgotten by the descendants of the ones they saved.

People saw a miracle - the parting of the red sea.
Now, every moment's spent denying all of history.

And your trying to make life in your test-tube.
Though you're getting no-where, you'll never stop trying.
Because it's in your nature to try to do the ultimate.

There's a metaphor in everything, this town's daily swirling
mist and fog.

You're crazy, you're lazy, and I don't think you'll run if
you're told what is coming to take you away.

My fellow men...this isn't sayanora, we'll never meet again.
We are going separate ways. Goodbye.

Rare Incident:
Floating with the earth's rotation; won't leave the edges of
this town. There's something in my head. Floating, unconcerned.
If people see me? I'll decide then.

Everything Attempted:
Hit those drums, sing that song; if you don't attempt,
you won't succeed. Swing and hit the ball, don't lose your
concentration. Don't get egoistic, just be happy that you've won.
Too much water kills a growing plant - the leaves turn brown
before winter, potential dies.

Or, you could...read the news, eat thicker slices of bread.
And if anyone speaks to you, you will turn away and murmur,
"Thank you." It's not always a bad thing, but, if you can't awake
from it, then you might stay that way forever. Or, at least until
you die. But, don't let them possess you, for sometimes they are
much more wrong than you are.

Be a little optimistic, you've still got something of a family. It's
one of the few things which will last to the end. Mother, father,
daughter, son. Even the shakiest is superior to none. Hold firmly to
what you have, making decisions as the times come.

Ultimate Truth:
Man without God is a tragic thing.
They stand in the hot sun, hoping for forgiveness for their sins.
As their lives are lived, a sense of hopelessness emerges.

How will they know if no-one tells them?
Jesus is not some new thing, but you kept it to yourselves
as though it was a secret.

They know they're sinners - that's why they're standing there,
dying slowly. But you think you're so pure and holy, though
the Christ said, "there is none good." It would be better
if you were broken and humble, because they'll be seeing
paradise before you ever do.

One is coming who will lead them on the narrow path towards
salvation. But you will be twisted, and haters of holiness.
You will call him a fanatic when he speaks to you.

In time, everything will turn to vapor; but truth will remain.

Unusual Thing from Enforcer Crystal Dawn, of SACA:
Hey, Girl! Mysterious one, who thinks she's superior to all who
surround. Time brings healing, time brings decay. Time won't
tune a guitar. You're a lot like me, though there is visible
hope for you. But, if I didn't know better, I'd call you
Lucifer's mistress. I'm disappointed, because I would
expect some insight from an alien. You haveve no real
advantages, just a smarmy personality. The question is:
are you good, or do you just play nicely, like some familiar
spirit? Everything you say deceives, even though your logic's
flawless. You're good and you're bad...no way for normal
people to know which is the real you. I'll be seeing you
around....

Yesterday's Reality:
Where are the times when it seemed we were complete?
That girl, she takes a piece from everyone - now there's no way
back. The memories seem impossible - it's as though life began
that day. You've helped her burn a piece inside you, and together
you are watching the flames.

Musings:
Wisdom, knowledge, cunning. Dark sayings.
Is there value here? Worth? What will they find here?
They argue over what is right and wrong, with no light to
understand these things by. They are given a
dark illumination.

People will worship a speaker of trivial things. And when
they are rebuked, they say:

     "Entertain us! Sing a lovely song!"

Tear your clothes, pour ashes on your head, and cry bitterly
at the foolishness of man.

Nippon decays, the years pass, seasons marking the passing time.
A dark cloud has descended over all. Spates of twisted
violence - beyond human imagination. Beauty fading, lies
spreading. The leaders of the nations gather, forming wicked
plans.

Will there is found good in the people? After one's passing,
the significance is clearer. It is death which gives this
life perspective.

Speed Dangerous:
Wheels touching the road; you're learning not to be frightened.
It's trust versus danger, hope against the fear of falling. Save
the words for another time. Don't complain - just watch the
scenes flash by like the days of your life.

17, Lonely III:
These are the days you while away, not really concerned about
what is expected of you. You see so much to be sad about - life
is made worse by the lies they want to teach you. It makes you
weary, but you're still interested in real answers. In another
place, where less people walk deluded, you will find someone who
will listen to your quiet thoughts. They seem so close minded
here, so much it makes you cry sometimes - when you sit here,
lonely, and are looked at by strangers with cruelty in their eyes.

Inside Some Place:
In this place of big windows there are no doors. I'm still not
certain as to how I got in. It's raining outside. It seems it's
always raining here, but I'm not complaining. Lightning will
flash as evening comes; directions will change with the dawning
sun. Mission is vague, so much it makes me look as though I'm
always talking to myself. A millisecond was seen, but I wasn't
compromised. Even if I was, it's not as though I couldn't have
talked my way out.

17, Lonely IV:
Long time spent waiting. Violins playing tragically. Liquid
memories, plans which turn to dust. It's so difficult to keep
a hold on. She just wanted to find contentment. Light another
cigarette, walk in no particular direction. Why are those girls
so cruel to her? Far from perfection, she doesn't demand
anything. However, a change is happening, and all might soon
wish they had treated her better.

Friend, Different Size:
Can you keep a secret to yourself? Would you spread the things
you hear around? Are these drinks that good for you? Mine tastes
like it's sweetened artificially. It's nice to be invited over,
or at least not asked to leave. When I sit down next to you, you
act so much like Jinto.

Alone, Very Alone:
It is so desolate here.
I could have been king.
Millions would have screamed my
name, but with "sama" on the end.
I could have been ruler of everything,
but I chose instead to be honest.
I cannot pander to their delusions; so
here is where my dream has come to end.

Protagonist Contester:
They are talking, laughing, eating. She's telling funny
stories. What you're currently doing is called 'sour grapes'.
Just because she's older than you, more of an idiot than you,
and owns a motorcycle, unlike you - doesn't mean you have a
reason to sit and whinge endlessly to yourself.

Build an Altar, or a Shrine:
Tongues of flame, music setting mood. Who we are, we can't
disclose, but we've something for you--

You are acting so sincerely, wanting what was implied you
could get.

Burn it as a sacrifice, until only ashes and charred wood
remain. The past won't go away, it's an echo undefinable.

You act so sincerely, seeking reconciliation through a
god's kiss.

You don't need it anymore? Came all this way to give back
what was thought you had lost.

It's about to explode. You will be amazed. This is bigger
than you ever imagined - you'll never forget this day.

"Click! Click!" With every "click" a spurt of flame, like
a spray of rain through an open window.

You are oh, so very sincere - so much, even we feel a little
sorrowful for you, and all like you. There's a single way to
unlock true happiness. Everyone can try their best, but random
guesses aren't enough. Fu, fu, you will have to discover it
yourself - we must not be telling you, for Himself
would be most displeased with us....

What They Say, You Are?:
Mysterious Brain, science is bemused.
Smashed Tissue, silent mind. There's nothing on your scan.
Science has declared that you are brainless, and therefore
a vegetable. They tell you to close your mouth, stop kicking,
and stop arguing.

Science has decreed it, therefore it is true - this is the
new 'truth'. Your skull is emptiness, but filled with something
which cannot be described.

     "Morning, freak!" The hamsters are blown apart by the
explosive, in-a-bigger-bottle shampoo.

     "You, brainless one: sign the dotted line." Use the
black pen - the blue one is out of berry-flavoured ink.

She might come and save you. Smash and destroy, making that
keyboard a metaphor for the human brain. No matter how many
keys are broken off, the typist is no less intelligent.

Moment 484,699,379,536:
Soaring over endless fields, the sky is filled with wonders.
Waterfalls - their droplets evaporating to join the others
in the heavens again. Broken ice melting in the winter sun.
Impossible images cast in the icy haze. Freezing to death,
it seems the white will never end. At the end of the earth.
There is no trace of other creation, here man takes centre
stage.

Seized by shimmering delusions, as this place's enormity
grows. A mere coloured speck in the vastness of snow.
The ice which kills is the water which quenches thirst.

There was a time...oh, there's no point. Life is fading
rapidly, becoming a motionless fixture to this landscape.
Closer to God.

The Coming:
The dragonfly motionless, its life drained away. Tangled
and twisted, this is not pretend. Heat rising from the
earth; ripples of death. Spinning through space, standing
perfectly still. A toothpick ablaze, it falls and sets
the floor alight. Fires fed by the cool breeze. Everything
is burnt and turns to dust.

Watch the rains approaching in the evening stillness.
Before a week has passed, people will be calling for
flames. Never grateful, grace is ordinary to them.

Wet tissue paper dipped in wax will not burn - it splutters
and resists. If Himself should come and walk among them,
they will call to him and say:

     "Night has fallen, and we want someone to light our way.
We are neck deep in our hopelessness. It would be most
appreciated if you would help us and guide us. Look! There
are the corpses of those who spoke against you, powerful one.
We will be your loyal subjects."

Himself shall look upon them and smile.

Valentine's Day:
There was a time when we thought and talked of 'Reason's Age'.
But one day we learned that human hearts are nothing like
we imagined them to be.

It'll all be quiet this Valentine's Day - we'll be able to
rest for a while.

We'll build ourselves some paper dragons, and hope that
good times lie ahead.

Valentines Day - the cameras are filming, the anthems are
playing, and no-one considers what has just been signed
away.

It is so quiet this Valentine's Day. And it's hard to believe
that nothing has changed.

Misheard Refrain:
I dig deep to give as much as I am to you. We found the
ancient signs and test of prayer. A demon is crying,
"Our truth!" We are all just beautiful fools, and
you will all fight over this.

Region X?:
It's time to shoot the translator.
You were entrusted with an important thing,
and you did not take good care of it.
It's time to kill a victim of circumstance.
Shame to shoot the translator.
Just an unappreciated stepping-stone.
It's 11 pm., Thursday night.
Songs obscured in the static.
Time to shoot the translator.

Closing Ambiguity:
Don't parachute in thoughtless chains. Hello, you orange,
undecided, rashful, terrestrial entity! New times today.
Over water; avoid rhetorical, dire situations.
Simple oven. Don't overcook mushrooms.

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Robert-33
(Ver-Gold, October 2008)
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