You don’t know anything about God, do you…? Perfection and harmony? God cares more about your pores than he does that. He’s famous for his coincidences and absurdism. I’ve seen it countless times. No matter how masterfully you devise your schemes, where we are is here. A prison at the ends of the earth. The ones that run the world are, in fact, the ones who howl, run, and shed blood in incidental storms. You and I are powerless in the face of their intense spirits. Do you know what that means…? You’re correct. Humans are sinful and foolish. But they aren’t quite as boring as you think.
Waves crash me in your inner self,
Helpless, finding your angles,
your voice doesn't have a tune,
deeper than ocean blue,
your desperation hides under
waves of separation, compassion.
-t.f.s.
I could feel Earth's vibrations coming.
Breathing. Slow motion.
Sky is running out of time. Animals disappear from ground.
Eyes are haunting in the night, flashes cut inside.
The enemy grows bigger as hearts are getting eaten,
eyes swollen, hands shaking from earth's largest power
in Universe- cosmic danger regeneration;
penetration is on, poison sucks on your skin,
tongue freezes,painting the back of your sin,
creating rooms of dust and evil, envy and kill;
hands are tightening the weight of the world,
Earth's shaking, eyes see everything
In a world drowning in madness, faking
all the goodness flying, air dirty, souls dying.
Powerless and absorbed on the edge of regret,
living nightmares with the walking dead,
end is near as our humanity,
in shape-box as hanged pig,
nobody hears the insanity
we've came along to fear.
Hands shaking, Earth's breaking
new dawn is taking our last scene.
World is so gone, nothing's real.
Will is not broken
Even through darkness
Through hallways of death,
Through rage and pain,
Sickness in vain ,
It is easier to open a door
rather than unleash fears.
-t.f.s.
In God's mighty depth ,
I perch in reluctance to
find the meekly edge .
-t.f.s.
20th of march;
Today is used to be your birthday..
Let the oceans wash away my guilt,
to the one that I rely on,
the one I felt so deep on,
this hand as my guidance,
this spirit as my home,
I feel them for once and last of all..
In a moment
silence broke
all the wishes,
it broke a path,
a stone of dreams,
hopes that lie on
my garden of peace.
Feels like terrible wedding
Where my heart's not invited
And eyes see nothing..
Toasts on barely lasting love,
groans of pleasure, in devor,
the day ends in defeat,
silence just fell asleep.
Everything visible
faded out of me.
-t.f.s.
ABSOLUTION-THE CALL.
suffer.
the moon gazes upon the quiet
fearful and dark city where
the screams are loud and strain,
awfullness continues in the streets
life is an incredible disease.
ocean waves come closer to the city,
it smells like death,it's poison,
none of them has seen what's
born inside in a hole
yet none of them(humans) will live long...
...no one will ever feel how deadly was this challenge,
no one could ever kill the absolute that lives and it will ever live on earth.
suffer.
those eyes don't hide the pure desire to kill and eliminate.
fear.
it smacks you down to give up and die in tears.
disease.
it's like the madness taking all over the world,
making chaos miserable to handle.
surviving doesn't exist when the end comes,
when the doors of Hell open,
when a sound appears...
...and the ocean rebels
to it's RELEASE..
-t.f.s.
Five: This is my “I don’t care” face.
Vanya: This is your normal face.