- Anchored in Pain, Dead to the World
"May 1373
I wished that sickness to be so severe that it might seem mortal, whilst I myself should think that I was dying, and everyone who saw me would think the same; for I wanted no comfort from any human, earthly life in that sickness. I wanted to have every kind of pain, bodily and spiritual, which I should have if I had died, every fear and temptation from devils, and every other kind of pain except the departure of the spirit. I intended this because I wanted to be purged by God’s mercy, and afterwards live more to his glory because of that sickness; because I hoped that this would be to my reward when I should die, because I desired soon to be with my God and my Creator."
- Julian of Norwich, A Book of Showings
- From Finity
i have seen the red in it’s eyes
i have tasted the blood on it’s lips
unrelenting socializing
followed to the death
cut the tumor, rend off it’s head
peel away at the white paint
until all that is left is the truth:
- It Fosters a Disconnection
we’re chosen, a chosen few
conversation boiled down to interviews
mistrust, division of life creates environment for subservient minds
full of plugged in love, false images of life
to undo this progress, we’re running out of time
we have forgotten what love truly is
bleeding out, bleeding out
- Lulls us to False Security
falling, falling
civilization means nothing when the environment’s death is imminent
falling in circles
where buildings crumble, trees will grow
fight back against kings and tyrants
make vengeance swift on those who’ve scorched the earth
- This Sterile Ethic Breathes
Defeated. Defeating.
Heroism is a myth; we are all to blame for what will come and what has passed
defenders of freedom/ killers, rapists
and I, the common man
feed into this evil, suffer through their lies
butchers let to live another day in man’s disguise