Tag: fire

So Satan Said

No,

I will take revenge.
I will go to your humans.
I will make them mine.
I will control them.
I will enter their minds.
I will penetrate their desires and I will mould them against your wishes.
I will occupy their hearts, I will rule their minds, I will make their souls mine.
I will suck all goodness out of them.
I will hypnotise them with evil.
I will deceive them in the sweetest ways.
I will mislead them in the most trustful ways.
I will attack them, in the most pleasant ways.
I will come at them from every direction.
I will knot their necks. I will blind their hearts. I will poison their blood.
I will consume them. From above, below, behind. From the front, and both sides.
I will addict them to myself.
I will threaten them. I will frighten them. I will love them.
I will take a million forms, and each will be a facade.
I will seem to them what they need, while being the opposite.
I will become their god. I will take them from you.
I will invite them, they will respond.
I will make them mine.
I will take revenge.

For they are clay, and I am fire.
I will not prostrate to them.
For they are clay, and I am fire.

I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.
I am fire.

Yes. And in fire you shall burn.

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~Moniba.

Her written revolution

Words flew from her pen. She scribbled furiously on the once blank sheet of paper ; passion visible on her face. Passion for her words, for her writing, for her cause, and for the blank pages she wished she could quickly fill. She wrote of old times, and then of present times, and of how she imagined the future would be. She expressed elation at how it could be, if only she could bring a revolution through her words. She expressed regret, at how much her efforts lacked and at what could happen if there were no revolution. She expressed wonder at how her people used to be, and she expressed desire of being like them-maybe even better. She wrote of all that she wanted the world to be, and of all that she wished it weren’t. She wrote of her confidence in the system that she believed could work. She carefully composed all of her ideas for the world to be a happier, fairer place. She put into words her faith, her strong belief, her determination and her confidence. She made sure every single scribble captured her fire, with all vehemence. She wrote and wrote… With vigor.

No picture, no photograph could capture that scene; the fire she emitted at the time she wrote, and the way her words came alive on those sheets. It was her written revolution; one that she planned to see alive.