The Prophets of Life spoke out against the Dream worshiper

But they took no heed of the word’s of Life

Blasphemers they said for their mortal spirits

Blasphemers they they said for their finite visions

Blaspheme they said for their words of oblivion

The Life Prophets spoke in tones of apathy, and of passion

Of the depths of hate and the transcending joys

And Nothing

They spoke of the breaking and reconstructing of spheres, of ages past when life was under the alien waters of Earth

 of moons with seas belowo an infinite finalities of a great darkness that was beyond humanity

But most of the worshipers covered their ears and their souls

They tried to banish the Prophets of Life With shouted Dreams but the world and curiosity loosened some of the worshiper’s souls

But they only heard of the horrors of Nothing, the destiny of Life Turning them into The Prophets of Nothing

Beyond the grand veil they saw and cried

The Prophets of Nothing were betwixt two great powers

The Dreams that veiled the truth and the entirety of life

They saw only the some of its horrors and none of the joys

A Prophet of Life approached a flagellating Prophet of Nothing

Life approached Nothing and asked

what is thy wish?

To forget Life

But you have yet to see the great mysteries, beauties, or even horrors

I want out, Nothing cried, seeing only some of the horrors, enough to desire Dreams

Do you wish to see all the colors beyond humanity? Touch Earths made from unearth?

Why?!

 

Life gave many visions most uneffable to Nothing

Nothing was overwhelmed 

Many hollowed corpses with silicon trees growing through them

Many shapes of light formed with solid shape, a sea of squids

Tears of wonder came down Nothing

Volcanos erupt creating new lands

Stars rotate light and tear through the earths of infinity

A new feeling was achieved, a Confusion Lust and Wonder

A new vision of Death of Misery of Life A question rose though, how can I trust in life when it’s finite?

When wonderment dies so young?