The Coming Silence
In times of our needs, we become horrid. Indeed, we cower in fear in light of the approaching darkness, and yet, we seem to only await our fate. How is it so that we lead ourselves to an endless trail, only to find that we eventually tire ourselves? How is it so that in terror, we hide our pure soul from those that wish to take it, only for us to become them? We run from our demise, but never seem to realize that it is in that, that terrible thought that we will find the answer to our anguish.
I write in presence to hide nothing else. I wish to run no longer. At long last, I will not just simply stop this endless run. I will kneel before it. Oh, brothers and sisters, I can only hope that this is not in vain. Oh, great one, mend my weary soul, for it has run for far too long. Carry my clan-in-blood to relieve their burden.
Give us all our destined place, safe within the realms of the numens.
This I know, I await...
I write in presence to hide nothing else. I wish to run no longer. At long last, I will not just simply stop this endless run. I will kneel before it. Oh, brothers and sisters, I can only hope that this is not in vain. Oh, great one, mend my weary soul, for it has run for far too long. Carry my clan-in-blood to relieve their burden.
Give us all our destined place, safe within the realms of the numens.
This I know, I await...