The Devil Rabbit

In this great world, there are many paths, many pebbles that never shine upon the touch of morning dew. And yet each of them are seen as just a meaningless variable, a factor in life never experienced. Perhaps we truely only ignore these gifts of life, perhaps we should cherish them and polish them with the greatest care, but when that is done (if ever) does this act of respect become a motive for unnaturalism, or does the destined picture require a greater mix of both?

And if never are these pebbles polished perhaps the world woefully slips into a seemingly serene realm. As if to be a blue bird, passively perplexed at its own destruction of self while doing nothing but hiding its head amongst its greatest ally, nature. And within the cover of nature it may be sought to use it and weild at will, at will without will to grant mercy. For this the greatest enemy, the greatest of demons is discovered, and there it’ll lurk in our own supposed prosperity, our own man made hell.

 There we’ll be, carelessly sweeping the dust off of machines, they our kings, and we their servants! Peasents we would be! Think, it would be as if the whole world was a sewer, running all day and night, as the heavens weep, and the machines degrade our hands with filth! Out like maggots they pinch and pour throughtout the last very matters, and inches of Nature’s tail, and onto thus Nature’s dead sickly leaves! To that we, they, will be part of an eternal system of governing nothing but a will and purpose to unconsciously kill, murder to the extent of our own lives!

 

 There we’ll be murdered, dead. Sunk into a pit of eternal nothingness. Would then we be forgiven, is this mercy to be resurrected? Or is mercy to leave us dead, to never harm another, are we then satisfied to our very best? Perhaps then we, of all destroyers would be saved? Aye? No, not at all. We then will be mocked and laughed at by our own very creations. Existing only as an idea in their very hard chip like heads. Their software thinking of us as a failure worth not remembering. For then and only then we would seem to feel forever and ever the climbing darkness shading darker to our core. As we, the very last of pure evil, purely undead, would see our ways as a small rabbit glowing with devil eyes in a world of hell, a hell so unforgivable it has shown no mercy, no resurrecting qualities of healing! We, as a sickly ghost exist as the sufferer and to that we as the cause of it all, the very evil to fear, to run wildly away into the gardens of old!

~ by TelepathicPebble on June 16, 2008.