Why is everyone so alone at night? The light that was everywhere just minutes before, Condenses into small balls of fire at the corner of the road. Beggars stop and cars leave, Crime happens and nobody screams. Boisterous and over-working class, tired of hours and hours of hard- work, work their way out of the dark, Gulping their loneliness and counting their scars.
World misses the noise of the scholars’ mystifying minds as they best take a rest from the ugly thoughts into the night.
Wealthy, lonely businessmen, who met dignitaries through the day In the black, willingly lose theirs to harlots and their kind.
And it is at this time, that fascination of physicists finds their way through telescopes in a bid to desperately prove, That in this unfathomable darkness, in this reality of non-twinkling little stars, the Lonely Earth is not left alone to exist, however be the distance large. ~
I am Lucifer the Prince of daemons which I command like a bunch of minions, for with them I annex realms and subjects who are no more than heavenly rejects, distinct from Saints; the apples of God’s eye. In Eden’s
11 There is living after death, there is death before life, Ordinary living which is in scrambles of destituteness, Destituteness of idealism, of knowledge meaningful, of utter candidness. Dull realities of weeds, weeds of rampant ignorance, averment Of void words,
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Greatest Show on Earth We’ve got Daredevils, acrobats and clowns dishing out the mirth” Somewhere speakers crackle to life and a record plays “Ra da da da da da da da da da” The
Travelling with along, stout dark man In the burstling city thoroughfare Talking incessantly about immediate enjoyment Of unnatural genre was of good old days, When we found ourselves shopping Delusion in cramped dimly lit economic pub Where the roaring music