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Dec 5, 2011

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Feb 7, 2009

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The Jester's Fall

Whatever is and ever was will never be,
when fighting monsters we should do
what we can not to become what we will fight,
Beast I am,
lest beast
I become....
I
am a
puzzle wrapped
in
a
box?
No matter how hard....
No matter what was done.....
It
was
just

a
dream....

their souls sing to me,
when I want to die and
strive for the
nonexistance
they push me on.....

Supernatural colloquy,
susurrant in dreams....

It
was
never
just
a
dream.....

A simple place to stop, my faith allows me where others of my kind cannot...
a place to offer prayer...
To pray for the Lord to hear me.
Grant me serenity...

(Tortured souls scream within one soul. Memories not his, he sees. Words not his, he has wrote...)

Cryptic utterances
of many,
to many I drown
but each
is clarity.
What's real is unreal
and the unreal
is my real.

My father sings
to me, my sire,
my creator,
consumed me
as I consumed him.
In silence I hear
alluring whispers
in the moonlight
of the soul....

(A single candle is lit)

Sire taught the consumnation of sanguine thirst,
I taught the sire the consumnation of blood and soul...

When created, I turned
on sire, sire turned
into me...
His memories flashed
before me...
I turned into sire...
His thirst became mine
and sire turned to ash.
His carnal knowledge
became my own.
Diablerie,
consumnation of
blood to soul.
In me I felt him stir,
pushing, urging,
smiling.
His ambition, the intent
design.
I knew and were mine.
I was something,
that wanted to be nothing.

(The voices flood across the soul as silence across darkness, footsteps
only in his world, screaming and clarity, confusion and order, his
dreams were others...)

To be nothing, you must be something, to achieve something,
you must be nothing.
I am emptiness,
in emptiness I will have form.

(He lights a candle and bows his head)

Lord, I have fallen from your grace. Forgive me, I am the sin.
From the second sin, I am born, lead me to Caine.
In my state let me achieve a non state.
In this blood is many, in his
blood let me undo what I must do..
In consuming what I must be consumed.....

(Crimson tears trickle down in silent repose,
he has mocked the body of Christ in
the taking of innocent souls.)

(Lost love on silent feet
walks in, striding through
the pews, another breed, another
kind is salvation.
Her love is sweet Summer Rain,
cleansing the sin, purging the guilt.
Even in pursuit,
a maelstrom into
nothingness,
a descent,
degressing.
She is the world,
the light.
A star in which his
world revolves around,
his pain is her pain,
his walk is her walk,
she places her hand
on his shoulder, she breaks the
silence, she silences the souls of
many in one soul,
she says,
"Llorr,
I love you....")

Love forgives....,

When in the pursuit of things,
we lose focus...
She taught me, then showed me...
That the most trivial,
yes, the most
trivial matters
are not trivial.
Complexity is a mechanism
of the human spirit.
Simplicity was given to us...
We make simplicity
a complex matter.
True love is unconditional.
It does not see sickness,
it does not see skin...
It revives what was dead...
Give all we have to love
and expect nothing back...
Then you will never
be disappointed.......
~Last Laugh Llorr