For their minds had been darkened that they did not understand. What is light and what is darkness? This, they still do not differentiate for they do not even know there exists a difference.
Their minds were dullifed and their thoughts did not surface, as they lingered on the falseful and untrue, and their hearts were deceived by their own lies. The windows to their souls were like the openings of an abandoned house. It was empty and unkempt, inviting for corruption to enter.
It was like dirt piled on dirt, and a song of an evil tune played. They did not hear the voices of truth and idle through the rounds of nothing. They lived for an abandoned god, like they knew it and like they didn't. They lived with a purpose - to find the purpose of their lives which they had no rights to possess in the abyss of death.
You shouted, "They do not know! They do not know!" But they moved along with the motion in a blurry scene, towards a blue mountain. The artist who drew it called it "The Empty Souls". Ask for a price and you can buy it. Ask for the price!
The painter shook his head and threw the canvas into space. And space ate that piece of blue and there was nothing. "There was it, but not anymore."
There was no price. For it was already paid.
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