War

Venus demands War                                                                                                                                         So we must fight                                                                                                                                   to the death in the name of love our bodies fall while the echoes and reverberations of our forefathers send electric shocks deep into our upper vortex man shall stand at the crossroads and knell before the grace of the gods all multi-facted in their colours and laden with contradictions. To be born human is fate worse than death  because the later is unavoidable and birth is a constant reoccurence. No wonder great philosphers across the ages have detested sucide for all is contained within a circle there is no escape from the ideaology of the soul only its complete destruction in relation to the physical world severes the bound a feat most will strugle with for all eternity. If the ancients believed that the gods played with dice we are all doomed to a never ending jolly re-run not dissamiliar to a never ending sitcom for all eternity so it must be that there is war for at the beginning it is created by love that negates for a time then yet again becomes war. So it seems Love and War are identical manifestations of themselves like two parts of the same wheel that manage to create the circle turning' the object only changing course when it hits a pot hole ever so often in the worn and true road of tphysical reality. It seems so tedious to be destined to continual sublimation and heavenly torture at the hands of masters bloodied with the hands of innocent . The ones who shelter in the mist are the last to be conquered but for their dis-obidence garner the harshest punishments.