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Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin
11 years ago
"Strength is not a gift you are given,
I need faith? Fuck you, I need faith.
Me, I can find beauty and meaning in damn near anything. And I'm greedy for it.
Me, I would walk through the darkest of wind torn valleys and tumble, smiling into the mouth, the very throat of the Abbaddon.
I would climb the tallest mountain, venture into the Dragon's lair. I would capture the Dragon-Fire in a bottle, that I may keep it. Study it. Dote on it. Show it to all curious.
The impermanent, the frail. They make me fidget and boil. There is a special power and beauty to the transient. And I fucking want it.
I would walk into your church and fill my lungs with your holy air. I want to sit at the corner of your bed while you fuck your wife, and breathe deep the scent of your Unity.
I want your secret meanings. I want your closetful of skeletons. I want you to hand me your pornography in one hand and your Holy Book in the other.
I would lick the tears from your face in your Hour of the Wolf, I want to taste your despair. I would press my lips to your throat at the height of your ecstasy, tasting your pulse. What Means to you?
What makes you shiver, what makes you moan? What keeps you up at night?
What music makes you dance in a silent room? What mask judges you in your mirror?
Tell me, FUCKING LET ME SEE IT.
In what room do you stand alone and naked?
I want your secrets. I want your dragon-fire.
Faith is for those who care not for the taste of this world's bitter ashes.
Me, I can find beauty and meaning in damn near anything. And I'm greedy for it.
Me, I would walk through the darkest of wind torn valleys and tumble, smiling into the mouth, the very throat of the Abbaddon.
I would climb the tallest mountain, venture into the Dragon's lair. I would capture the Dragon-Fire in a bottle, that I may keep it. Study it. Dote on it. Show it to all curious.
The impermanent, the frail. They make me fidget and boil. There is a special power and beauty to the transient. And I fucking want it.
I would walk into your church and fill my lungs with your holy air. I want to sit at the corner of your bed while you fuck your wife, and breathe deep the scent of your Unity.
I want your secret meanings. I want your closetful of skeletons. I want you to hand me your pornography in one hand and your Holy Book in the other.
I would lick the tears from your face in your Hour of the Wolf, I want to taste your despair. I would press my lips to your throat at the height of your ecstasy, tasting your pulse. What Means to you?
What makes you shiver, what makes you moan? What keeps you up at night?
What music makes you dance in a silent room? What mask judges you in your mirror?
Tell me, FUCKING LET ME SEE IT.
In what room do you stand alone and naked?
I want your secrets. I want your dragon-fire.
Faith is for those who care not for the taste of this world's bitter ashes.
Still working out just what this faith thing is myself though, and what I actually believe. It's funny how a supernatural experience can actually make it harder to dial in.