February 7th, 2011
She who questioned us
She asked, she received. Her seemingly inconspicuous bigotry, enveloped around a thin wall of glass that concealed her tolerance for the creeds outside those walls, brought her agony. She saw behind her walls, but she heeded and felt nothing— she went on with apathy…
A battle she waged, a battle she faced alone, under the scrutiny of a thousand, her stature went asunder. She uttered curses, and bestowed her thoughts on a legion like a whip quickly bearing lesions on the prides of those men.
Their ways, questioned? Their souls condemned? She spoke of passion, with passion, but brought angst; a vision of fear and prejudice seen by her comrades, brought betrayal and eventually, her entity into the dark.
She wept with the above, but knew not of the damage caused. She sang songs from the above, but uttered them with firm truths, before the line of reasons, but beyond ignorance.
The battle continued, her quest ended. A legion angered, her entity condemned. She formed angst out of passion given from her fellows. A pity this writer sees, a waste this woman is. May she find a light with reason and truth, not just the firm truth.
Im Chris! I like marketing, astronomy, technology, cognitive science, some geology, stuff about world war 2, field of renaissance and DOGS. I also do bits of digital art and Photography every now and then ;) i wouldn't call myself a geek, since im nowhere near that, although i enjoy weird stuff. i can be quite eccentric and loud at the same time. follow me or something?
