Revelation

Comes the night, the soul of man cries 4 redemption, just as the soul of a child cries 4 laughter. The making of a curse vibrant in the night, promising all who follow it doom and despair. This is the true legacy.......time gone in vain, taunting. The essence of humankind, the variance of thought, the creative tendencies brings true power and in turn tyranny of oneself. Understanding is the refuge of the troubled, the world demands faith. The dependence on absolutes, the abstractions, always hanging on extremes, poor judgment in a universe governed by balanced forces. The need for perfection is unforgivable, who tolerates the vulgar disregard for reality?
The stars shine bright in the night, while the thought of man lies under his own feet.
The illusion of security, convincing oneself that everything is normal while the gap of normality is a chasm readily fallen into.
A classical variation of your everyday misfit, just one of many aspects of a rotten philosophy?, useless intoxications of a madman..... that is probably the case here. The intense fumes of the night, a present danger even to the most wary.
Figurative annotations, proud as the moon on a clear summer night, who would stand in the face of a never ending flux of emotions?.
Like hidden desires within dreams promising salvation.
.......This is not revelation, this is not wisdom, this is the product of random thought.
As vast as the oceans and as unyielding as the will of god, waves upon waves of silence follow.