The Chronicles of Lotus and Christopher: Unstable Connection

 

 What it's like? What it is like... It could be said as this: I just stood there, and someone tossed Babylon at me. PLEASE! DON'T TOSS IT AT ME AGAIN!!! FUCKING HELL:::: Och så vidare.... Babylons bestraffning....Koncentrerad....I mitt huvud.... På papper!

  This music...My Soul cries to it... This music... pushes the boundaries of what beautiful music is.... This music.... "just is..." - and that is beautiful!

Om jag blir kallad till Valhall....Slipper Jag skämmas.....inför mina förfäder...En mot många....Jag känner ingen ånger.....de anföll mitt hem.....Jag och Shoji kunde ses igen......En mot många.....Ni är de fega....Jag den som står ensam kvar.....Och ni har ingenting kvar....av er heder....om den någonsin fanns...finns den nu ingenstans.....ni skämmer ut era förfäder......Och era söner och döttrar.......TVI på era fädernes namn....!

  The missing peace is the silence after the music,  when the audience cheers.... To which if not the pieces they adore? they cheer and applaude but not many understand that much of it is written in suffering..... What inspired such greatness? Is it the same for the flower which breaks through the concrete? Or is it furthermore strength in perseverance during hardship and suffering? Music is.... it just is.... and that is beautiful... Remember the silence, it is there to allow for the music to be heard! Or is it more than that?  When the audience cheers...or is it more than silence?  https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLt7WKHH_KnRCGZwv3yuNpd05VHhmMVZlp&si=jGyTIX5Pkd2sb8Y0

  Some see me as green, other as red, some see me as blue and some as a myriad of colors.... but not anyone sees me as the rainbow I must have done something to deserve this... or is it enough just to be a rainbow?

  ?..or is it the worst in You, projected upon me? They misjudge us....they say this or that.,,about me....he is violent.....while he was protective....he hates them......while they harassed him....he is unstable....while they assaulted his home......who is the antagonist here? I am the antagonized......driven to madness.....because of an agenda....of having zero tolerance for violence....,at the same time....being violent.....your very existence is opression and violence....in and of itself.....you are driven by hate.......are you not? Oh...agressors......agressive oppressors......

 It just is what it is....

 

"Ni flyr min dom ni flyr min lag när natten blir till dag....  Spilldes mitt blod för en dröm?  Var det fel av mig när jag stred? Hatet växlar som ström Bilder av kamrater som ler.... De tårar som föll var av renaste guld... Mörkret faller in jag ser ingenting... Drömmarna tar vid... Det jag söker finns ju runtomkring... Jag försöker finna frid men ondskan finns intill... Jag finner mig i strid...  Jag slår mig fram för att bli fri igen.... Stormar rider runt... Själen söker lugn.... När livet går förbi... Genom tid och rum...." Åh, Hel....

Suffer  not the Heretic!