This time of the cycle when the crispy winds blank through the window and the cherry blossom let you circulate by its view during the period of only two weeks per year, as Phallas set by my side in this wagon's train I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has never called me by the name of wierdo when I asked him for a gentleman. "I want to take my life here." The secrets in here, and I do not want him to know, it will take only one jump a few seconds before the train crosses over me. It was impossible to get on the train of civilisation, I might find some clue in the heavens where could guard my children, after all Zeus made them his Olympian warriors to fight with him in all his wars.
What will I do, guard the flame of eternity, was going to ask him. "Are you willing to sacrifice your pride and madness to never have our children again?" I asked him this afternoon, and my generosity and patience returned in his words with hostility. "You are stalking me, because I'm superior and you need me."
It was so disgusting, I wanted to be quite alone for a moment I'm waiting for the reply of as many Gods have ask for a retribution to send my message in the arts and rules of the Monopoly of Welfare to the world. But the Love train was empty, with the Goddess of Hatred, soon stretched my legs, the journey, such tedious long travel without a place to rest in eternal peace. It was as if his body was not here, and is soul retain as an gem ornament in my neck, as further we moved away the more I stared to recognised that his body had been dead for a long time and there was no connection or sensory in his skin.
"Well my husband, you and I shall keep as yet what we know here and here." The river Styx waters, the train, the steam, the smoke, the burning fuel pushing, the electricity's drive, how many hells have we passed. Was it in your eyes its flashing blues of no returns and still I navigate unable to surround myself with desire, but soon the faiths will make their final twist, I'm in the hands of destine without a ticket. Who rounds and rounds as the river who has no ends, but death it self. In each stop.
"How adorable the view, isn't?" The Gods wish for me to run my waters around the world, from a tiny little spring who streamed as comic nonsense out a single forest, yet at the pick from its hill humours with the mountain nymphs, who laughed to the thieves out the branches in the trees, transcending down the bright, some meadows and meeting other affluence to role down as it was Olympus playground. How many times I have watch them, while my children and dreams were hold by strangers hands. Betrayal.
One more fight for those who take it as off the work, I have kissed the crown with solemn promised to get them home and all had earn was this river, no hell is mine, nor heaven. Then he went on and very fiercely."You were always a careful student, from the first day I had seen you out that horse in his last two feet. At the Game Master, I knew you would be fun and daring. Now I steal your lines and burry you jokes who are now mine, your prophecies had work my craft."
"Remember my man, that knowledge in spirit is stronger in silence when it stands hight without assault, let me tell you that that I had loved you and my body nearly failed by the kiss of yours, perhaps it was easier to have a wall behind, or a pool to float with, in the bed of your lovers to cushion the pain for their murdering thirst. Hereafter it may be of interest to you, now my service has end and you can carry alone having it all. I never told you the end, have I?" There was nothing important really, my youth could be remembered as a beauty who could never love a mere Goddess of Hatred, one in a bunch. Maybe scientist discover my theories, and make them a fact. The rules who govern the Universe shall breath down my spirit as Id whisper them mysteries, now is too boring, my skin fevers for an action who has been untold but I'm joyless as death it self. Purged.
Traumatised by the sound of my children playing around, angels of the garden of heaven, Nike and Vita, intoxicated, without knowing my love. Will I'll be too old and poor, I can't work new hells any long, humanity will never learn as much they re-birth, again and again. Look deep into my eyes, if you don't place rules in a book of regulations who morph the patterns who embody this mission, why would I bother anyways, the future is lost, what you see now as successfully it might seem, is nothing. Chaos will reign and absurdity, the collectors of rubbish and corpses will Rule and no one will join wars, because they are Governed by pity images and links who claim peace for likes and shout in in the stream to have nothing arranged.
Is not the era of the Titan Wars, take it all, take the legions this train travels, see them at my last breath expense. That no one is here, really, the future is dead. What else can I prophetess if there is non of my desire but my soul numb.
