We live in a world of the loud, the rich, the indifferent.
But don't cast your eyes aside to the ground.
Only those who take with both hands and demand, receive. You get nothing if you give and nurture the wonders. Those who act in the face of the rapacious capitalist simony that reduces beauty to possession and self-interest are rewarded.
If it is not mine in my image, then it is nothing.
And if I cannot possess and make it my own, then it may not be.
But I will not believe that.
I will believe in the beauty that grows to give light.
I will not believe in the indifference of the so-called good man and fear the atrocities of the bad, so that two paths open up before me.
Only those who take and demand loudly can win, and yet I will not cease to give and to increase joy for its own sake in this world, like the flowers that grow among the thorns.
Though my hands may cut and bleed, it is only the edge of the sword that pierces indifference, so that even if others say it doesn't matter, you can always tell yourself in your sleep that you did it your own way.
For I believe in a world full of love and wonder.
In the end, you must ask yourself: What did you live for, and wasn't it ultimately only selfishness that drove you?
I see a world still full of stories, people reaching out, and even if it's without reward, it may not be without blood in the end, for with a watchful eye I may walk, so that beauty may flourish against a world of the powerful, the loud, the greedy, the selfish, and the strong.
So pray that she does not follow the call of her dark father, never hears his voice to become his burning sword, for then who would have to fear vengeance?
Lambs, lambs cry out loud as long as you can and be as righteous as you can. Blood bears urges, gives birth to rot and fire purges.
Fire walk with me, sharpen the edges of my blade.
Until roses my grow from the skulls of the dead and butterflies escape from their hearts. May his voice be forever silent and the good win over blind agony. The good that is the weak, the innocent, the small, the romantic.