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Humanity Contemplations - Volume 2:
When it all falls apart:

(1)    Not what you think:
    Ashes lightly falling on the landscape of a dream.
Flowers watered silently by tears.
    What I see, you do not see; that is the difference
between you and me.
   Shake a fist so angrily. When the night comes, you
will see. But you'll never repay what you did to me.
    I just...I just wanted to be good! To turn my back
on all the wicked things and live the way my life
was meant to be.
    You thought your lies could bury me. But the truth
will bury you, not me. I've tasted firsthand your selfish
idea of free.
    So I'm turning away. Finding out the hard way what
bravery truly means.
    I was you, but you're not me. When the world comes
tumbling down, you'll pass the blame and crucify me.

(2)    Thaw:
    One day you'll discover what this means. Ice shelfs
formed five thousand years ago are joining with the sea.
It doesn't matter what we say, it doesn't matter. A fool
thinks that his is the power to save humanity.
    It's good to do something, don't think I don't care.
But when the outcome defies your expectations will
you come and say you're sorry? Just a thought.
    But this is all an elaborate plan. For damnation you
would scream if you knew what's in store for you.
    A message from above never finds the world in love.
Palin told you what you didn't want to hear. From your
lips came hate and fear. But my dear children, I hate to
admit it, but the end?  It is near.

(3)    Millionth Victim:
    More than died in all the wars.
    I tried all my life to be more than I was. To push
back the reminders in all seriousness. I'm insanely
ambitious, and don't stand a chance...but neither do
you.
    You're dead from the shot, but I'm not laughing
at you. I'll comfort your mother and give your father
sympathetic words. But I won't cry.
    Because I haven't cried in years. My lips haven't
tasted tears of sorrow falling from repentant eyes.
    Something inside me is dead, but there's a chance
it's soon to rise again.
    I'm insanely ambitious, and don't stand a chance.
Now's too late for penitence for you. Sorry! Should
have tried harder - a slap in the face, a scream in the
dark. I was polite, and now you're very, very dead.

(4)    Madhouse:
    I, ego, my sense of self.
    These days the lights of reason live behind a shade.
    They are said insane. They search for fissures in
the brain, while the victims are given deadly drugs to
block the pain.
    You have no idea how close to the edge you stumble.
You deny the demons, the voices, and the chance to
escape from this torment.
    But you are just dancing to an ancient tune. You
cannot see the evil which lets a man bend a spoon.
You cannot see the warning signs in the little girl child.
    For this is a game which is older than you. The nightmares
which open hidden pathways to the soul.
    Now I'm in the straitjacket, joining the throng - though
you know in your heart it is you who is wrong.

(5)    When it all falls apart:
    The moment when I hiss and curse, when the dream
becomes too real. And I begin to feel a pain which takes
the life away from bleeding, tortured shadows of humanity.
    The needle kisses silently, and it's so much better for
the fishes, and so much worse for me.
    The me you see, you will not see. I'll waste away so
elegantly. All the while a victim of my own elaborate
scheme.
    You thought I was an actor, but I'm more than that,
you see. Though I'm chained, I am still free. I am for
you the dawning light of misery. There is the window,
there is the end: will it cure all the guilt that you feel?

Robert-33 - April 2009.