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February 10, 2012
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The Earth is confused. It does not understand why everything has ceased to move. The Earth is confused.
Shivering in fear of the timeline constantly changing in complete opposite to the human race, the Earth is confused.
The reaper is growing hungrier and hungrier as the world is looking tastier and tastier. He waits for the right time when everyone is asleep, when the walking dead suck the life out of the remaining living, putting them to sleep as well.
The living rare. The ones with their eyes open. The ones who do not wait. The ones who act, the ones who seek and destroy, or seed and create. But they are seeking, seeking at all times with their eyes OPEN.
Don't feed the skulls.
It's 5 PM. 24 hours have passed since the beginning. The beginning of the Atonement. The Earth is beginning to understand.
The black roads are filled with traffic once again. The sand has started to go down the hole once more. And the stinking, foul mouths are quenching their thirsts and satisfying their famished stomachs.
The Earth is grinning. Grinning because she knows. She now knows why, why the past 24 hours have been so quiet. She hears thousands of reasons but she knows that there is only one: Fear. But she does not judge, for no one really knows why. But fear is filling their heart, a heart infected with blood and sins.
Ergo, there is only one choice. The safe choice. The easy way. The Atonement.
Don't feed the skulls.
The ants are eating our passions and dreams. They are not to blame by no one. The Earth is supporting them, beginning to realize what's to come. She is angry. Disappointed. Mocking and deceiving.
She wants to remember the old times but she had forgotten what's to remember. The ages of labor when sweat was constantly dripping into her, quenching her thirst. The ages of labor and pure sweat. When all took care of the Earth. She tries to remember but she is too blinded by hate, blood full of sins and Sloth. Black Sloth is covering her and she weeps, lounging love and kindness. Or simply work. The work of the mind, stimulating and progressing. But all that is stimulating is the thrive for food, sex, money and power. So she weeps. And her tears are smothered in Sloth so she weeps even more. Until the weeping becomes gasping for air, the last gasp she will ever take.
And she opens her mouth, breathing all inside and all is roaring and crying for one thing: Atonement. Such requests are only to be expected by the blind.
But she does not forget and she does not forgive. Now covering in shame she does not cry for Atonement, she cries for only one thing: Water/Rebirth/A Lesson Learned. For she is one who seeks and destroys, or seeks and creates, and her failure will not go in vain.
She wishes to remember, to thrive, to progress. She wishes to keep her eyes OPEN.
Don't feed the skulls.
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