i know this one boy
he lives down the street
he pulls off flies' wings
and watches them suffer to death.
can they comprehend the pain
in their tiny brains?
i know this one being
he lives in the attic
he likes to pull off angels' wings
and watch them suffer to death.
i know they comprehend it
because i hear them scream,
even though they don't make a sound
can you imagine the pain of not being able to
fly?
you can fly!
you can fly!
you can FLY!
but you can't
because you have no wings
so you're stuck
forever
on terra firma
how sick one must be
to hurt innocent creatures, but
whatIS
innocence? is it
marigolds or lilies
a state of mind or a state of being?
is anything innocent?
i wish i could fly.
---
how terrible it
is to be stuck on the ground
always and always
---
i am invisible
to some, and too visible
to others.
if i want to be there, i am not
if i want to be anywhere else but there, i am there
it's as simple as that
but one meets a few souls along the way to death
who can smile nicely
and they are visible and you can see them
and they see you
without them, you disappear unless you don't want to
and then you're gone.
---
i can hear the angels in the attic
and the way they move is light and
eeiry
like they are nothing that is trying to be something
and it scares me
how well they do it but at the same time
being awful at it
try to be something when you are nothing
and you are still nothing
try to be nothing while you are nothing
and you are something
because you are you:
nothing
---
the angels want to fly
they have no wings
i would give anything
to have had wings
ever
and break every law known to man and science
and just fly
leave everything else on the ground
be nothing and want to be nothing
and i am flying
i wish i could fly
---
the strangers in the attic scare me
they are too heavy.
the angels move away, because they are afraid
of something trying to be nothing trying to be something
trying to imitate them
and it scares the angels
they can't fly away anymore-can you imagine?
the strangers don't have wings
you can't see them
because they are too much of something
and not at all nothing
and if you are not nothing, you are not
you so therefore
you are something else
and that's not right.
---
the angels are so loud today
i wish they would stop
i have become used to the movement
it's just the pain i can hear from up there
you can hear pain.
think of a child crying for its mother
that it has lost: dead or just gone
after the cries have stopped
think of a mother crying for a child
that is has lost: dead or gone
after the cries have stopped
i hear the angels' pain in silence
because i don't know what to say
what to do
how to feel
what to think
what do i say
they have lost it all
without their wings, they
may as well be humans
demons
nothing.
the awfullness of nothingness.
imagine.
nothing. just being nothing
and crying because you cannot be something
crying out against the being in the attic
who pulled off your wings
crying out against a god
who will never hear them
because they are no longer innocent-
because they know the truth
god is dead.
---
when i told the angels god is dead,
they didn't take it too well
they said that god can't die
then i pointed to the pile of wings
their wings
that the being had so artfully
arranged in the
corner.
and they agreed:
god is dead.
---
now they don't believe
and it scares me so badly
that i shake in bed at night-
an angel telling me there is no god!
i know it
always knew it
even told the angels he was dead
but i always, always, always
wished i could believe
in a lie.
i know i can't now. and i wish i could.
god is dead.
---
can they be angels if they tell me
god is dead?
it doesn't matter anyway-they have no wings
---
today there was more of a screaming silence
than usual.
they were screaming silently
and crying
because the being ate their wings.
we think he's the devil.
---
i'm lost with the angels.
they're here with me
i'm there with them
this here
that there
we are there and here.
are they in my head?
am i just pretending?
or is this happening?
i thought i made them up.
but i can no longer be sure of anything
when god is dead.
---
the angels are scared.
i am scared.
they're down here now.
trying to hide from it.
we're all so scared.
i ask them where they got their strength before.
they say god.
but now god is dead.
so they have none.
we're scared of this being.
---
he's laughing in the noise.
and makes more noise.
actually, i'm to scared to breathe
and the angels are nothing
so they don't have to anyway
so there's no noise.
just silence
he only laughs in my head.
but i don't know what's inside my head anymore.
am i in there?
is he in there?
no.
we are here.
and he laughs inside my head.
---
i can hear his silence.
he's outside the door
and my silence is louder than ever
because my silence is screaming
and pleading loudly silently with a dead man:
god
so it's not like it matters-
i drown him out
and the angels don't hear him
because my silence is loud than his.
i'm glad they don't hear him
because then they'd be scared
and you know everything's fucked up
when an angel is screaming silently
out of fear.
---
i forgot about the strangers in the attic
it scares me
they scare me
the angels are crying
silently
because we all know god is dead
i'm not crying, though-
i've always known god is dead.
once you get used to it, you understand it
---
as i wait for the strangers to do something
and the being to do something
and the angels to do something
and a dead god to do something,
i do proofs
the way they tought me in
advanced algebra II:
god=dead (original statement)
assume: god=jesus
jesus=god
jesus=dead
jesus+angry crowd-pontius pilate=dead
angry crowd-pontius pilate=death
jesus+death=dead
death=crucifixtion
jesus+crucifixtion=dead
god=dead
or:
god=dead
assume: god-godliness=angels
assume: angels-(wings+innocence+trust in god)=human
assume: human=(mortality+being)
assume: mortality=eventual death
then: human=eventual death
assume: god/3=father, son, holy ghost
assume: godliness=life-trust-god/3
assume: devil=death
and now, when angels have been turned into humans...
if angels=human
god-godliness=human
god-godliness=eventual death
god-godliness-lie-trust-3god=-god
-god=the opposite of god
assume: opposite of god=devil
devil=death
GOD IS DEAD.
and i'm scared.
except my proofs make no sense
so i'll do them better later
but not in here
not now
this is not the place
this is not the time
do these angels deserve to die?
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-
-
-
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that was so long ago
i'm no longer scared
i understand:
that fairy tales never come true
and you can divide by 0 if you do it at the right time
you just have to know when
people can die
and you can't stop them
even if you love them
and friends can become eniemies
if you let them
and i am nothing
who wants to be something
when she grows up
and things
can kill angels
because now they're gone
forever
because god created them
and god is dead
so it's over
and there are no angels
only one thing: science
and logic
and truth
which is three things
but they're really only one
because i can divide by 0
he lives down the street
he pulls off flies' wings
and watches them suffer to death.
can they comprehend the pain
in their tiny brains?
i know this one being
he lives in the attic
he likes to pull off angels' wings
and watch them suffer to death.
i know they comprehend it
because i hear them scream,
even though they don't make a sound
can you imagine the pain of not being able to
fly?
you can fly!
you can fly!
you can FLY!
but you can't
because you have no wings
so you're stuck
forever
on terra firma
how sick one must be
to hurt innocent creatures, but
whatIS
innocence? is it
marigolds or lilies
a state of mind or a state of being?
is anything innocent?
i wish i could fly.
---
how terrible it
is to be stuck on the ground
always and always
---
i am invisible
to some, and too visible
to others.
if i want to be there, i am not
if i want to be anywhere else but there, i am there
it's as simple as that
but one meets a few souls along the way to death
who can smile nicely
and they are visible and you can see them
and they see you
without them, you disappear unless you don't want to
and then you're gone.
---
i can hear the angels in the attic
and the way they move is light and
eeiry
like they are nothing that is trying to be something
and it scares me
how well they do it but at the same time
being awful at it
try to be something when you are nothing
and you are still nothing
try to be nothing while you are nothing
and you are something
because you are you:
nothing
---
the angels want to fly
they have no wings
i would give anything
to have had wings
ever
and break every law known to man and science
and just fly
leave everything else on the ground
be nothing and want to be nothing
and i am flying
i wish i could fly
---
the strangers in the attic scare me
they are too heavy.
the angels move away, because they are afraid
of something trying to be nothing trying to be something
trying to imitate them
and it scares the angels
they can't fly away anymore-can you imagine?
the strangers don't have wings
you can't see them
because they are too much of something
and not at all nothing
and if you are not nothing, you are not
you so therefore
you are something else
and that's not right.
---
the angels are so loud today
i wish they would stop
i have become used to the movement
it's just the pain i can hear from up there
you can hear pain.
think of a child crying for its mother
that it has lost: dead or just gone
after the cries have stopped
think of a mother crying for a child
that is has lost: dead or gone
after the cries have stopped
i hear the angels' pain in silence
because i don't know what to say
what to do
how to feel
what to think
what do i say
they have lost it all
without their wings, they
may as well be humans
demons
nothing.
the awfullness of nothingness.
imagine.
nothing. just being nothing
and crying because you cannot be something
crying out against the being in the attic
who pulled off your wings
crying out against a god
who will never hear them
because they are no longer innocent-
because they know the truth
god is dead.
---
when i told the angels god is dead,
they didn't take it too well
they said that god can't die
then i pointed to the pile of wings
their wings
that the being had so artfully
arranged in the
corner.
and they agreed:
god is dead.
---
now they don't believe
and it scares me so badly
that i shake in bed at night-
an angel telling me there is no god!
i know it
always knew it
even told the angels he was dead
but i always, always, always
wished i could believe
in a lie.
i know i can't now. and i wish i could.
god is dead.
---
can they be angels if they tell me
god is dead?
it doesn't matter anyway-they have no wings
---
today there was more of a screaming silence
than usual.
they were screaming silently
and crying
because the being ate their wings.
we think he's the devil.
---
i'm lost with the angels.
they're here with me
i'm there with them
this here
that there
we are there and here.
are they in my head?
am i just pretending?
or is this happening?
i thought i made them up.
but i can no longer be sure of anything
when god is dead.
---
the angels are scared.
i am scared.
they're down here now.
trying to hide from it.
we're all so scared.
i ask them where they got their strength before.
they say god.
but now god is dead.
so they have none.
we're scared of this being.
---
he's laughing in the noise.
and makes more noise.
actually, i'm to scared to breathe
and the angels are nothing
so they don't have to anyway
so there's no noise.
just silence
he only laughs in my head.
but i don't know what's inside my head anymore.
am i in there?
is he in there?
no.
we are here.
and he laughs inside my head.
---
i can hear his silence.
he's outside the door
and my silence is louder than ever
because my silence is screaming
and pleading loudly silently with a dead man:
god
so it's not like it matters-
i drown him out
and the angels don't hear him
because my silence is loud than his.
i'm glad they don't hear him
because then they'd be scared
and you know everything's fucked up
when an angel is screaming silently
out of fear.
---
i forgot about the strangers in the attic
it scares me
they scare me
the angels are crying
silently
because we all know god is dead
i'm not crying, though-
i've always known god is dead.
once you get used to it, you understand it
---
as i wait for the strangers to do something
and the being to do something
and the angels to do something
and a dead god to do something,
i do proofs
the way they tought me in
advanced algebra II:
god=dead (original statement)
assume: god=jesus
jesus=god
jesus=dead
jesus+angry crowd-pontius pilate=dead
angry crowd-pontius pilate=death
jesus+death=dead
death=crucifixtion
jesus+crucifixtion=dead
god=dead
or:
god=dead
assume: god-godliness=angels
assume: angels-(wings+innocence+trust in god)=human
assume: human=(mortality+being)
assume: mortality=eventual death
then: human=eventual death
assume: god/3=father, son, holy ghost
assume: godliness=life-trust-god/3
assume: devil=death
and now, when angels have been turned into humans...
if angels=human
god-godliness=human
god-godliness=eventual death
god-godliness-lie-trust-3god=-god
-god=the opposite of god
assume: opposite of god=devil
devil=death
GOD IS DEAD.
and i'm scared.
except my proofs make no sense
so i'll do them better later
but not in here
not now
this is not the place
this is not the time
do these angels deserve to die?
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
that was so long ago
i'm no longer scared
i understand:
that fairy tales never come true
and you can divide by 0 if you do it at the right time
you just have to know when
people can die
and you can't stop them
even if you love them
and friends can become eniemies
if you let them
and i am nothing
who wants to be something
when she grows up
and things
can kill angels
because now they're gone
forever
because god created them
and god is dead
so it's over
and there are no angels
only one thing: science
and logic
and truth
which is three things
but they're really only one
because i can divide by 0