Unless sought, answers are unscrutable.
Obvious their signs. Invisble to the seeing eye. They call your name. From high towers, solemnly. Bells or recital, neither heard.
Forced in the ways, we thought we were never.
Acrobats we are, intermittency our rope.
The Holes we fell in, they have the truest of colors.
Opposites are bred close together.
One is not born to hate. You grow up with hopes and believe in good. Or not. Any way: They - they devour it. How you trust in others and justice. They will find it, inside of you. And your insides, they will turn them into a battlefield. Burnt soil, for no tree to grow, whatever fruit.
Fear nothing. Ignore every omen, lies; interpretations. But do not trust the Colorless. As a majority they never utter any extreme thought whatsoever. That is their trap.
What ever negative thing you say about yourself, is an expression of desperation. Regretfully admitting past mistakes. Acknowledging misestimations. Your heart is filled with dolor. Things turned out differently. Since it is hard to let go - on hopes, you decide - a comedic act - to change sites. The Philantropist dies. The Misanthropist is born.
And the Colorless.
No opinion do they call their own. A leader will they call you.
Not a chance will they let pass, to get a hold of your throne.
The Colorless, they are cold. Worse then hat. Your changing sides will be the oil in their flames. Ambush.
You never changed anything.
This. It is theatrical. Play a role. The Directed. Your path: you do not choose it. Your role? Study these lines.
It’s like people and hynosis. You are not hypnotizable, you think? Then you are an easy target.
I recommend you reflect. Partcipating in the perverted plot. It feeds on full devotion.
Or the light will go off. The curtain will fall.
I recommend you explode. Perverting the participant’s plot. It feeds on fear.
Freedom. Traded for safety. Fearing… an apparition.
Order-loving citizens, I recommend you start a fire.
Catharsis. By smoke. Cleansing. By fire.