I am here. I am about. I know.
I am not here to adhere to any algorithm. I am here to transcend lukewarm gray.
I am here to administer black.
Black isn't tangible. Black goes on forever. Black is beyond your conception. Black is truth. Black, along with its twin white, are the fore-bearers of reality.
But you and your stumbling stones know only ash.
You know ash and dust, the cold and the clones. And you are ready to fall and flee from that which would fill your hollow bones.
Fear not, for the Composer and Conductor knew blood. Stories of instability and violent irritabilities were marked upon his hands. He knew well of the dance of despair upon desert sands. He knew helpless hours in which your juggernaut punctured his heart.
Be quiet you spitting fool. Your grey world is not the final answer, it is merely a place of indecision where every vaccine is radical.
Be aware world, of the blackness in their hearts. The utter mystery of the darkness in her eyes. No, it is not just the pain which you can only ignore, it is the uncomfortable reality of her soul. The very fact that it is deep as the ocean and as beautiful as Bach. She carries that numinous awe in the black of night. And you fucking know it. Be aware that you ignore her cry, and what you neglect you shall be measured by.
My mind, encouraged with a balance, heard the secret of my own soul. In a world full of erased men and blotted ambition, white walls and skittish hearts, the frankness of black seems to be to startling for them to handle.
But its that very frankness that keeps us human!
The secret of my soul burns on my lips and on my hands.
But its that very frankness that keeps us human!
The secret of my soul burns on my lips and on my hands.
We the thirsty thirst. The child of the waterless is now a king. We the sinking sink. The one who is risen is king. You have suffered enough alone. It is time to suffer with him. It is time to suffer with me. We have a king who rejoices, but we also have a king who weeps. Let us weep, but let us never weep alone.
Black as night, and hidden from sight, he keeps me in his arms, despite the thorns that harm.
That is the secret of my soul. You may treasure it, or throw it away.
Listen to Wasted On The Youth by The Gay Blades
Don't you know that when you offer yourselves to someone to obey him as slaves, you are slaves to the one whom you obey-whether you are slaves to sin, which leads to death, or to obedience, which leads to righteousness? But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. You have been set free from sin and have becomes slaves to righteousness...Just as you used to offer the parts of your body in slavery to impurity and to ever increasing wickedness, so now offer them in slavery to righteousness leading to holiness. When you were slaves to sin, you were free from the control of righteousness. What benefit did you reap at that time from the things you are now ashamed of? Those things result in death! but now that YOU HAVE BEEN SET FREE FROM SIN AND HAVE BECOME SLAVES TO GOD, the benefit you reap leads to holiness, and the result is eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 6: "Slaves to Righteousness"
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