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You are trapped, your body held in place by chains stretching into the blackness on either side.
You cant decide, one path holds pain and so does the other.
Which is the lesser evil?
Why not just stay in place and let the chains tear you in half as they grow more and more taut.
Your frustration fuels them and the pressure continues to grow, and grow.
The human body cannot withstand it for long, soon you will snap.
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The way you as a species has evolved is quite magnificent. You think and feel so much that it often tares you apart, so you build hard outer shells around yourselves.
Making you appear like even the lowest of life forms to the stars, scurrying around like mice in a maze, desperate to avoid your fellow man but even more so for the cheese.
You've come so far but, you are stuck. Frozen in place by the very poverty your government created. They watch you struggle from their golden towers and laugh as they say anyone can make it.
But you cant, you are nothing but a roach stuck to the bottom of the riches shoe. Try as you must to be free, you are stuck.
Destined to be crushed under the heel of those more powerful for eternity
On the outside you are calm.
You do not show weakness infront of those that confine you.
You feel so much, dont you?
It overwhelms and paralyzes you- you fragile thing.
You are trapped, but was it really those around you who dropped the cage?
Or was that your own doing.
In this game of life I looked down and saw you.
So tiny and fragile, so Mortal.
You strived for such beautiful things, for power.
You had worked your fingers to the bone to get where you wanted to be.
I saw you feeling joy, a sense of achievement from your life, even as you pass.
You felt no regret in what you did and who you were.
And now you stand before me at the gates of hell and you are confused.
What had you done to warrant such a punishment?
Nothing at all my dear. You have been good and pure.
This is not a punishment.
It's an apprenticeship.
All of this debris, beautiful garbage.
It surrounds you, blocking the natural light of the world and instead shrouding you in a sickly green glow as you indulge yourself.
And its only about you, isn't it?
What does it all bring you? Do your lifeless porcelain trinkets give you the warmth of a human connection?
Does your big beautiful home in which you hide yourself give you comfort? Or does it bring you pain. Sat there in your bubble of greed you are caged, deprived of all that is human you are no more so then those Lifeless Little Trinkets.
If you were to look down, would your eyes see flesh?
Are you even able to move at all?
The world is constantly changing my loves,
Where you see death, you only know to think of destruction and despair but, if you were to look closer you would see the buds of brand new life pushing through even still.
Death is change and change is what keeps your world turning. My darlings to truly find your peace you needn't hope in immortality, push past that notion and let go of hope.
When you stop hoping for things to stay you open your heart for things to come.
Every cell in your body is humming with glee, everything you've worked so hard for is finally on the horizon.
And with those aching muscles and callused hands you urge yourself forward.
It's all right there, now all you have to do is take it.
