If People Would Know How

~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.

There Comes A Time When A Man Finds Himself In Front Of A Dark Uncrossable Abyss, Which He Himself Has Spent Years Digging. He Cannot Go Forward, And Has No Way Back. Words Have Failed, Tears Won't Help, And Who Would He Call Out To? He Can't Even Remember His Own Name. Then The Man Sees That On This God's Green Earth There Is But One True Suffering: The Torment Of Guilty Conscience.

If People Would Know How Little Brain Is Ruling The World, They Would Die Of Fear.

Sadness Is Also A Kind Of Defence.