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Monday, May 16, 2011
Remember when... /10:32 PM

...those winds bellowed fiercely to counter the blistering heat, when the skies waged wars of weather disputes, never strike a ceasefire. And when those clashes finally died down, nobody is even looking anymore. Nobody cares, because nobody can-not amidst our own bloody massacres and sabotages. We redefine the meaning of treason or treachery, but it is not that humanity is the weakest--it is but the lousiest excuse to pardon mistakes.

Why did you let that man drown?

Because I'm human-only human, made of flesh, made of blood-and we err.

No limit?

None.

Yea, pardon the mundane hemming and hawing but 'err's cannot be more than just a hesitation designated through colloquial Singlish. We make so many errors, we cannot even bear to mutter the full word of it, much lest grasp its severity in all its entirety. And mistakes are never made unknown, it only takes a sinner to know a sin. And I cannot remember when the world was naught in evil, when good superseded evil.

Perhaps it never was to be, or I just missed it through the dense mist of misguidance.

And I remember when,

the world stood naked without people laughing, without people making their moves.

No rhyme, no reason, no ransom.

I remember. It was in that fictitious book.

But just yesterday, those blood-thirsty hounds burnt it in the fires of humanity.

Man in the Mirror
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"I am not young enough to know everything." -- Oscar Wilde



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