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Surmise



Let the night hypnotize you my friend..
and convince you that the day is your foe.
Let darkness which is assumed to be the root of all fear..
show you that the unknown and the unseen
will not harm you.
Let it surmise that light is an illusion.
Let it teach you...
that as long as there is fear within you heart....
you will never break free.
Darkness is the existence of the nonexistent.
And light is the non-existence of the existent.
Come close; let me whisper into your ear….
And I’ll tell you that light is truly the root of your fears
Darkness is the marrow of non-existence..
And non-existence is freedom’s true essence.

GrymmRipper =]

(P/S: don't own neither do I take any credit for the image above.)

Comments

  1. Titu :)April 19, 2011 at 2:25 AM

    Nice :D

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  2. Grymm RipperApril 19, 2011 at 12:28 PM

    Thank you titu~ =).....btw y can't i comment on your blog posts..?

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  3. sheronApril 21, 2011 at 4:54 AM

    Bravissima***** well Writen.. mummy is very proud of you that your are so talented =) you should explaine me nicely this when you come home.. next week Ciao STELLA

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  4. Titu :)April 25, 2011 at 10:19 PM

    o..really ? I don't know diane :(

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