Laughter

Oh, come now, come now! Sit with me in the flames of a burning world awhile, will you not? Have no fear of this pervading blaze, for though our skin it burns away, you and I will feel naught save ice mirth, whilst we laugh forever at the lands below. Do you see them diminishing to all they were ever worth: ashes beneath our charred feet? Ha! Burdening remorse for them cannot befall us here - instead it drifts far, far below onto mothers and fathers, children and the dear friends with whom they would once play in ignorance beyond belief; those veils of innocence now burned away by the flames, and such is deserved for their vulgarity! Oh, do you hear their screams fleeting with the smoke phantoms? Ha! See how fearful they all are: their lives are worth naught - all wasted - yet they are too selfish to lose them as they should!

No, no! Do not scrutinise such pathetic lands and people! Naught of them worth seeing save for their hilarity - they all burn away, as they should have ere! Divert yourself now, and look beyond them all, as you should have so long ago. Do you see him? In a distant void so far beyond, there stands the common man upon balconies of nowhere, built on such deluded pride and erroneous ardour of his own. He looks out at this world ablaze: a place he foolishly loved, with friends he, in such idiocy, adored. Ha! All these things, now ashes in his hands and beneath our rotting feet.

See now, see now, his teardrops fall from the balconies to the charred ground, and with them so does he! There are no screams as the veil of flames eats away his vulgar body that once held a life so wasted. Look now, look now! In his place on those balconies stands a man so akin to the last. He too falls, he falls! And so precedes another. Ha! A perpetual charade, all to entertain! And though so many fall, no divergence is found between those men nor their ashes.

Sit with me in the flames of this world worth only ashes awhile, and laugh with me as our skin falls away like the common man!