The Silent Dawn of Alicia

Alicia was born at the time of void, a profile that makes every heart ashamed, with the eyes that could bring a disaster for a reality. Alicia never told anything about the truth , or lie.  Yet for every words she said , a Brigade of Angel would bow to her without fear, an the Army of Hell would banish in a distant gaze of her eyes.

The spirit is restless, and the land no longer fit for a beautiful heart inside. The Under-lord may have a problems to handle a thousand soul that sleepless without any direction. They bow to their own false God, and drowning into their own pool of reality. Alice could saw a thousand soul crying with their own plague, yet Alice’s Heart won’t move a single bit to bring their light back to their inner soul.

For a memory of one kind word, Alicia knew no pity or mercy by the others, yet no one could bring any bad luck to her. A silence that keep the world in balance, and a disturbance for the unholy kind. She is keeping her words in silence, without a lies, nor question. Alicia gave  a sign that the real justice never crippled from the very start. The good in her will always be our sunflower field.

Reality is a palette that humans paint on to let themselves sleep better at night. The reality and the reality of reality is a different thing, for a kind that uses it’s most common sense and it’s mortal sense, it’s absolutely knew the reality by nothing.

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Not so much Grim Reaper

Some visit to a distant place, a new scratch for my memories, and a special seed to my inner vision.  The Grim was being held in human memories, as a figure that crush the human soul into the void of nothingness, and no eyes could figure what Grim look alike. Walking into the void, Grim differ no one about a human being, and no care with a human soul.

The eyes that dispatch human from reality, a glasses that detour the vision of a pure heart. Grim know no distant between life and death,  soul and the body. Welcome Grim, the gates its not for me to open, or anything that could break nor seal it. Walking across the living room, I feel no need to turn off the Television, as you have no care in a human things. The journal is a mess, even I could barely see with this kind of inner vision, my will is always with you.

The will of Grim, is the will of  life stealer, no myth nor some written has ever describe a real Grim and it’s will.  The will of Grim , the will that see no differ in every single of life, and the will that complete the puzzle of mortal life.

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist. ~ Susan Ertz