( " a being who sees nothing has no use for their eyes. " hope you don't mind me sending this in !! )
game of thrones sentences.
divine providence does not falter in its witness -- and with what do they witness? why, the arching of brows motionless upon their pastel plaster, streaked with brush of the inked source of sorrows in eternity, the melding of their sclera to the harsh edges of irreversible kohl beneath and the subsequent melting in the visage of their own heat. when it is a most judicious choice, their talon pluck with ease the eye from its socket from its cord of birth to their mind ( more light rays invading the corners of undisturbed privacy and unmemory, white as the revealer of sin and evil and not the purity they have never once remained steady upon ), and to dust with it! god’s storm is a blessed recounter, palm wrinkled around the globe of atlas skull, their flesh to peel off in the frosted winters of knowledge and permeance.
yet, the pillars of civilization and crowns of tied together sparrow bones do not count for denarii to wield against eyes that do not see. indeed, it is a certain shade of nothingness which blankets their existence and which covets their state of belonging within it:
die, die, die, its shrieking voice of horns with no feast within the curvature command. no, no, no, they do not speak but rather act -- i will exist, i will exist, i will exist. why do you speak in threes alone, detestable angel of resistance? the past, the present, the future -- the discarded, the sacrificed, the marked, but THE RISEN has yet to unravel bindings of ivory.
void, vanquished and added to a masterful belt of ability; do they still not require an eye with which to judge the onlookers of rapture? quest, inquire, inquest. the answer is woven within the stardust left behind by supernovae.
