Anne Dalene
Chapter 01
(Seasons… Circulating this… Belonging to the season… all
this… Life, belonging… This terrible abyss)… Life…
Seasons shift… chilling to an inferno, warm to cold the
highest mood falls, descend on the lowest mood, in turn lifts, causing a concept
of time… Time, where the universe, our whole universe feels a curse to grow old…
Seasons shift… making circles of chains never to break…
creating confusion… A mild form for the sane, all to invent… Invent a mild form
for the sane… As time rains all of the living is condemned to their knees, as
the earth quakes… Hear their prayers, praying to most what may not exist…
Cringing… Afraid of death, their teeth chatter as they shake…
The warmest time of year… And again the coldest, which,
causing lack of faith, in turn the highest level of fear… Given to all of those
human… And yes… Even the boldest… (The warmest time of year… and again the
coldest.)
A cause to never find an end, an end to your useless quest…
Where in which, (a torque of a bullet)… This, where death is his vulgar end,
this… This meaning of life, this useless quest, this instinct of all the true,
without it being a scientist’s guess, in a forever meeting curve… Infinite to
repeat, intelligent life brought to their confusion… Even death is a partner in
their deceit… Him, her, death and life… Only together is there a conclusion…
Soulless and the scientific… evolution…
All the living with their mistaking… Hate and love, leading
blind to blind… Who is what problem? Why? When? And where is it in the making?
All that live in a train of thought… Will never find, they live in a circle, of
both heaven and hell… A train of thought, only that can cause this abyss… This
primeval chaos… This large black hole, catching the living who tell, spoken, in
an intelligent made language… language, where truth is their actual loss…
seasons shift… descend again Beltane, seasons shift… Come
upon us the warmest time of year… The hemisphere shifting, ascending winter,
summer takes her warming lift… And I pray, every night pray, to myself (My God
and my Goddess ever so dear)… Maybe this hot time isn’t summer, but a different
cold, deep burning fire… Maybe, a winter of heat, cold blooded fire, the
diseased hating blood pumped by this cold… eternally repeating schizophrenic
heart… (remember) hate, love, life, death, hot and cold, all belong to the
living curious desire… Fire… Like a lion chasing his prey, this curiosity, all
tied by an adrenaline… Fast changing, life is in a blackout… Life… She noticing
her one sided other part… A lion, remember, curiosity killed the hungry cat… All
the living to eventually die, so pray… Prey… What makes the hunter so fat? Hate
is an inside war… Waiting for his own winning and losing day… Pray, invent a
life after all your deaths… You are the prey… So pray… For death does the hungry
hunt… Remember, not one nor the other creates more pain… For not is a knife so
blunt… Karma takes their hungry front… In multitude, taking their hungry front…
This warm, this heat… This chilly cold fire… is by true definition, not always…
Not always what we wish… Don’t we all wish for love?
For only true love exists without the living bitches hate…
Love always within herself, in hate… Forgetting she has it equally… In love…
Him, a beast forgetting his equality… Hate is inside himself, in love… He,
horned death… She nature, life… Contradicting what they, as living speak of…
Love filled with hate, hate destroying only himself… In good and in bad health…
In turn… Another dying love… Where a universe, a whole universe, takes him, this
God and her, this Goddess, sucking the life and death in a circle so included… A
hearse… This driver alive… Passenger dead, meet in person… All in a wagon of
death, sailing in which… It could be worse…
What man!? What poor dead, living man?! Dares
question(create or conclude), out of our hands, above our love(death), the
universal chain… That both sides by companionship… Could defeat(this insanity),
for love of all… United we stand, divided we fall… The universal chain… (and so
it deceives)… Companionship and true love, life and death combines… To fill the
emptiness and stop the pain!
Pray to your God… I’ll pray to mine… Our separate paths(yet
I hand you love)… I can only ask you to do the same… For we are the same kind…
Pray(prey to each other), if I die there is rebirth… If you’re alive(what’s the
answer for all she’s worth)… Do the same, as I hand you love… (Hot or cold)They
are both the winter and summer… Neither to remain eternally above…
