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by tobias kinti Aug 14, 2021 category : Life, society / faith, religion
walking through this desert hardpan like the fathers of old just a red-eyed man calling out to the great Saint Anthony's ghost asking him; whats wrong with me sir? my heart has a place at two tables - for one seat i bought and for one i sold its strange to know that the ascetic is really just a monster who learned the art of caging himself its strange to know that the real heroes are not those who are good but choose to do good and that virtue is for the one who fights away darkness by fighting away his own its strange to know that although i walk these dunes in pursuit of the pools deep down i know that the only thing i really want to drink is the sand itself whats wrong with me sir? and whats wrong with them? because its strange to know that all the hills are burning and they don't even know