No one wanders to a wall which they cannot see passed and glories over it, one is merely limited by it.
No one builds out of hate and doesn’t have what stands ,
fall as easily as it rose.
No one gains peace from sorrow,
Or joy from release of hate,
love from a standard they bear ,
understanding from the pain of another’s experience. No not one.
Prophets do not profess the good times, for those times have been few, they merely point out the truth when men are skinning their knees praying to monuments of idiocy, they help them to rise and stand in the proper posture.
When we uncover ruins we only ever find the same basics, the same implements, the same science which discovers this also allows us to dream of a place further from needing be found in ruins with our implements as well, but we spurn it. And we spurn God, simultaneously, every act a hatred against faith in the future, every moment of rage or anger to a stranger: a shortening of the life and peace on a Planet for my children and all children to share.
Who are we to be so important, who are we to not gnash our teeth at ourselves when hate fills us, why are we so weak, why do we scream about our strength, worship muscle and metal and all that ends what gives joy. A period you ask, why no question mark? Because it is a statement.