Of all the things that you could ever find along a sentient being's journey, life is certainly the most terrifying prospect that one could come to face. It deals in unequal measures joy and fear, whilst expecting us to make due with just one or the other. What if life expects you to survive on happiness? If you then get dealt absurd amounts of terror, you are unlikely to feel like you can survive. Imagine being on Top Chef and being told to make an omelet. What do you do if you have not been provided any eggs? How does one survive with no sustenance for his meal?
Occasionally, you will feel so hungry that a vacuum will appear inside you, pulling in everything around, making anything remotely good and useful disappear because it has no foothold on the real world. Bad things will be safe though. They have sticky, dark claws and suction-cup fingers. They have impregnable defenses and iron-strong grips. Bad things ooze a blackness that clings--to objects, to places, to people--and refuses to let go.
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In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
