Amurgul Gandurilor
(Emil Cioran)
There's a need... the need to say a prayer, but no one's there to listen. And then there's the other need, the need to throw yourself at the ground and torture it with anger and despair, with that negative faith raging under my skin -- stuck.I see the sky-- me and the sky shall become one. I see the ground -- and there's me, a part of it.The human kind is like a bliss of solitude and everything you are was colored into sin.Could my mind be the path that angels of lead follow? Or could my tears be burning?The pressure of time often turns mind into pieces. In my infininte lonely nights a daemon tortures me to satisfy God's will.
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