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The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind...
Let us rejoice and let us sing and dance and ring in the new
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be...
Here I sit upon a stool wondering about things for which I have no answers wondering all the while why it is that I wonder about such things that have no real importance to the fate of mankind and the tiny spinny sphere that we find ourselves riding upon through this particular bit of the universe...
Alas, I am but one person amongst the billions of individuals who populated this orb, how can I make a difference in the ultimate fate of humanity? How can my voice be heard over the mutterings of all who surround me? And if my voice can be heard, would anyone listen to what I have to say? Does any of this really matter or should I just concern myself with gratifying my senses?
I can type a billion words and place them somewhere so all the world can see, but will anyone take the time to learn from the message that is contained therein? Or for that matter, will anyone actually bother to even to stop by and take a look at this one lone voice screaming into the storm that threatens the very fabric of this lone spaceship in the vast wasteland of the universe?
There is much swirling about in the space between my ears that I find it hard to even begin telling the world what I find important at this moment in time. But then again, would anyone amongst the billion actually listen to what I have to say if I could actually think of what to place in the wasteland of my cyberexistence?
And still with every ray of sunlight that peeks through the storm clouds, I feel that there is hope for mankind and that all my words have not been written in vein...
Can you hear me now? Can you here me now, my children?
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans and a little ray of sunshine peeking through the darkest cloud...
Hail Atlantis!
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be...
Here I sit upon a stool wondering about things for which I have no answers wondering all the while why it is that I wonder about such things that have no real importance to the fate of mankind and the tiny spinny sphere that we find ourselves riding upon through this particular bit of the universe...
Alas, I am but one person amongst the billions of individuals who populated this orb, how can I make a difference in the ultimate fate of humanity? How can my voice be heard over the mutterings of all who surround me? And if my voice can be heard, would anyone listen to what I have to say? Does any of this really matter or should I just concern myself with gratifying my senses?
I can type a billion words and place them somewhere so all the world can see, but will anyone take the time to learn from the message that is contained therein? Or for that matter, will anyone actually bother to even to stop by and take a look at this one lone voice screaming into the storm that threatens the very fabric of this lone spaceship in the vast wasteland of the universe?
There is much swirling about in the space between my ears that I find it hard to even begin telling the world what I find important at this moment in time. But then again, would anyone amongst the billion actually listen to what I have to say if I could actually think of what to place in the wasteland of my cyberexistence?
And still with every ray of sunlight that peeks through the storm clouds, I feel that there is hope for mankind and that all my words have not been written in vein...
Can you hear me now? Can you here me now, my children?
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans and a little ray of sunshine peeking through the darkest cloud...
No sinners - confession
Leader Of the Blaspheming Hordes
SpaceTime Coordinates
WeeSaul's World
The Poor Lost Souls
Good Reads
- Can't sleep... Kinda depressed. Haven't been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks. It's like it is...
... - Omnia uincit amor: et nos cedamus amori. Virgil, Eclogue...
... - ..seeking greasy, fried, unhealthy food for supper.
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