An Age

There is not a charismatic figure behind this façade.

This is time for a new time…

There will be a new age.

As the mind escapes with the soul as its guide, I see before me a victory won by prejudice, a marriage based on hate and a child, silent, solitary, non-existent.

The time is now, we must battle the force of hell in order to return the world to the utopia that god had made it before. WE must fight against the demons that we see everyday but we choose to ignore because, then it will be easier for us, wouldn’t it?

A heartless echo...

As the raging fire fuelled his puzzled mind, all he could think of was destruction and hate. He rode off into the darkness leaving no sign of a brake light. He burns down the road tearing up the tar behind him from the sheer velocity of the metal stallion.

As he drew closer to the edge, he could see beyond the furthest mountain, and at that moment, he realized, he was no longer a warrior, but a warlord. With his army chasing, the commander rode into the battlefield, sword drawn, ready for war and the first swing cleared a rival from his bike.

He was beside himself with rage.

“Who dares contemplate to attack me? Why should I let them live? They’re worthless; I’ll kill them all!”

He charges, jumps and a brilliant flash can be seen for miles around!

He stands in the light room that he is in.

You have been chosen.

Pertilonese corestianto harmanocia

At the edge of the cliff, an insane man sees the future, calls the past, and finally, time will change.

As they combine, the mind sees all; the heart feels that world collapse and the eyes see exactly why this must be done. The abandonment at such a moment cannot be measured, only speculated, but it is a well deserved moment for one so honourable. Why does this feel so hollow? Why don’t these words ring as clear as I thought they would? Is it deserved of me to withstand such imperfection? Are vast depths an imperfection? The questions repeat in so many fashions. Clarity becomes clouded. Sight becomes blurred. Hearts become emotionless. Mind is all that remains. Cold calculation with no will or determination is mine. I have no need to prove myself to you or any other such being that asks. I am clear. The time has come to pass. So just let me let go in peace or feel my wrath that hasn’t seen the light of day. Don’t play. I play. Don’t guess. You’ll never get the right answer.

Leave me be. Let me have my new age by myself.