Taking the armour off

You dont fear life anymore, you fear death.
The grim reaper, the devil, everything has scared us away.
We run backwards and wear clothing inside out.
Everything we create we throw out,
and the things we used to value are worthless	now.


What is left but to live life purposefully,
especially in a world where so many	still die young.

We have built up armour upon armour,
and glide seamlessly through life unencumbered, yea,
the wind could cut you.
You are as fragile as a mountain is.
As dormant as the stormy seas.
You lie still, right here after the battlefield.
already triumphant over death.

How much more pure can a baby's suicide get?

You were too weak to live and too afraid to die.
So many have conquered the fear of death honorably,
but cowered, lo, hiding from	life.
Your death is already impure, you are much too old.
But, can you triumph over	the eternity of life?

How long can you keep the armour off your body?

Seconds, if at all...


Live purely for as long as you can will yourself.

An infinite power.

The limits of reality stretch only as far as you can feel.