The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

I've slowly turned another page
Deeper into love I seem to go
The story's filled with scattered lies
Broken hearts and paradise
Before the ending that
No one seems to know...

It seems as if my writing has slowed lately for it seems as if I do not feel the need to release all the negative energy that is held within nor do I have the need to rant about topics that I feel strongly about. It funny to realize that my previous job impacted me to such a degree, and that now I feel as if the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders...

I have been set free from the chains of my oppressors; and to some extent, I am now sitting around saying, "OK, now what?"

I had done the exact same thing for so long that I'm not exactly sure what to do now. This fact doesn't bother me at all for it is just something different, a rest stop on my journey to where I'm heading...

And as I type into the night I hear the distant sound of rockets, explosions, the roar of cannon on this national holiday. The clouds show the flashes of light that are hidden by the rolling hills of the terrain. It is a war waged on a colossal scale. The smells, the sights, the sounds make me feel as if I am in French town close by the trenches of World War I. Why does this impression pop into my mind at the moment? I cannot answer this question. It is possible that it a shared memory passed down through the human psyche. I have always felt that shared experiences flow through mankind and this may be one of them...

And now it has been another day, and still I'm trying to finish this. The rains have come in all their glory, the thunder and the lightning - a continuation of all that was yesterday, but this is nature's way of erasing the horrors of man. The smells of the power have been eliminated, the rains feeding the plants that will cover the craters; the thunder drowns out the roar of the explosives, the lightning far out shines the flashes of the rockets...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...