The night was too loud with silence, so I left the room without moving. In the distance, Me and I began their usual quarrel. I do not claim to have understood all they said — only that they spoke, and I wrote.
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I. Shadows Stir
The gods did something tonight, they listened. They heard everything I said and I felt a soft wind brush the earth, permit me to add that I do not hallucinate...
I felt a confirmation within my soul and knew something had taken place, had changed.
Chasing shadows, I remember the love of my life, a ghost. Existing yet, not so relevant.
One could call her as beautiful as a lie and as valuable as a dream because even children are entitled to dreams...
I did something unusual, I smiled.
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II. Of Desire and Dust
From basest desires, man is a slave of want.
Each man to his own cravings; what drives you, what is your creation?
Of course, go forth and multiply.
When God told this...
When God told this...
As arrogant as the fly that followed the king into the casket.
I’m only saying we are all sinners.
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III. The Game of Trust
Like psychological warfare, you have to get to that point where you ask yourself if “I love you” means you’re babysitting, or keeping.
Life is fair nonetheless… Remember that.
Trust your instincts in matters of life, and of death.
Trust that you won’t die, that every time you close your eyes, they will again reopen and you will have confirmation of life.
The Yoruba’s have it that hunger cannot kill a man.
The rule of life is trust no one… but instincts whisper otherwise.
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IV. A Seed of Warfare
A God that does not lie, let the truth sit like a king to reign, upon the throne of the world...
Bow before man and understand that the heart of man is a pitiful one.
Life is not an arena where the stage for competition is always set.
Life is a garden of opportunities.
Do not be a slave to the desires of the crowd.
And then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.
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V. Two Sides, Always
Life is not unfair because the innocent die and the guilty are left unharmed.
To be a man is not a day’s job.
I’ve seen young boys become men in the face of tragedy, yet experience has no need for age.
There will always be two sides:
The good, the bad.
The rich, the poor.
The naïve, the mature.
Believe those things you have no power over.
Understand that the truth is the truth.
Ask no questions.
Questions beget questions.
Because every question has an answer.
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> If you understood it all, you were not listening.
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