out here

where is the peace?

where is the comfort?

where is the silence?

this place is not a refuge,

it stands silent before raging seas,

towering above Neolithic wastelands

like some giant frozen monolith,

waiting for a springtime sun which never comes;

out here creatures lurk without false hope,

raping and pillaging everything in their path,

biting and chewing,

no inhibitions,

no false pretenses,

creating giant gaping wounds,

ripping open the flesh of unsuspecting victims,

torn apart by their own greed and lust,

betrayed by their never-ending fear;

no one sees,

no one knows,

no one cares,

I am ready,

it is near,

I am ready;

give me Your hand,

take me into Your arms,

hold me above the slaughter,

provide me with strength to survive;

nothing is an accident

in this life gone awry,

every dream,

every thought,

every action,

every reaction,

all part of the game,

all part of the test;

simple minds speak with simple tongues,

talking of futures and pasts they can barely grasp,

this is the way it has always been,

this is the way it will always be.

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