Pursue the echoes of blood. And so the hunt begins again. Go on, shut me down.
Come on shut me down.
Though enchanted by the dream, he remained strong, and eventually saw the light of dawn. I pray that you’ve found meaning, and comfort, in the waking world.
It’s like a curse weighing on an entire landscape. And whoever… goes too deep into this has his share of this curse. So we are cursed with what we are doing here. It’s a land that God, if he exists has… has created in anger. It’s the only land where, where creation is unfinished yet. Taking a close look at, at what’s around us there, there is some sort of a harmony. It is the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.
We have to become humble in front of this overwhelming misery and overwhelming fornication, overwhelming growth and overwhelming lack of order. Even the, the stars up here in the, in the sky look like a mess. There is no harmony in the universe.
How passing strange.
