Mother Earth has moved around the Sun for the billionth time. The mother had stopped aging, since I first saw her. My fate was sealed then and there. I had to find her, to the end of the world, till the end of time. Dead souls fell from forest trees, the morning fog melted away with the remnants of yesterdays battle. No cold steel blade will ever cut sharper, no gun shall ever wound deeper than her. Tomorrow the sun might rise for all but me.
Many moons have passed since I first saw her. Reasons escaped, names were forgotten, faces were born, blurred and aberrated. Methods of unjoining the mother and the son, changed from a brute tug to snipping scissors. Souls seep out, flowing to join the mother bog. I was lost.
In times of uncertainity and disparity, the promise of destruction is the best deal. Across the cliffs of the dead, the sound of her voice pushes me off the edge of the hole, I had spent all my life climbing out of. The fall greets me with open arms, soft sand bed, moist cool wind. Mother's lap, friends' company, lover's embrace. Fragile ties.
My left arm lies an inch shorter than the right. At dusk, dogs bark of life and sanity. Fallen angels sell flesh for feathers. Seasons trade blueprints of madhouses. Moviemakers entice the weak with schizophrenia in reverse. Nightwalker pills are sold for one day's wage. Spirits die, bodies come alive. Memories disintegrate faster than conscience. The newborn laughs with a split tongue. Gods observe, vigilant smirks all over their frowned faces. Jigsaw puzzles, rubix cubes, clockworks, mortals, all following perfect equations. She meddled with that law of nature.
What gave her the right? Why did she wake me up? Does she think she can do anything? Her songs haunt me like dancing shadows of doom. My muscles ache when I run. My sweat runs in a stream and wets the ground. I can get hurt. I can bleed. I can die. Can you do that, my goddess?
O siren of the seven seas, habituated with addiction, i have seen the moon vomit her soul, i am a mortal, my chest heaves when i breathe, i close my eyes to see lives burn.
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