Post by drake on Nov 30, 2005 18:26:13 GMT -5
While Drake writes this letter he weeps. He wonders. Drake has become lost. This is part three.
DklmreaeaFml,
What have you done? What have I done? Humans are dying. Chaos is everywhere. War, poverty, sickness, ugliness, and immorality all exist. Exist in my world. It’s your fault. It’s my fault. Thy gates which you speak of are not thy gates. Thy kingdom is cut off. You told me wrong. I did wrong. You did wrong. Now I regret ever listening to you. I will no longer obey you. Your path is not right.
Lies are what you are. Lies! Lies are what you write and speak. I hate you. I despite you. You might as well smite your existence in a cursed eternity in the fiery fires of the hells. I am here, I live. You are no longer to know of me. You are not worthy to know me. You are nothing, nothing to me. Then again, am I nothing? I am filled with sorrow, so shalt you be. Then again and again, I need a teacher. I fall to my knees pleading for a teacher. A teacher of life. A teacher of philosophy. A teacher of all.
Please I beg of you, please tell me of you. Tell me your name. Who are you? Please whoever you are. DklmreaeaFml, what is it, what does it mean? What is your real name? Reveal yourself. Sorrow fills me. I wonder who I am.
I ask myself many questions, who am I? What am I? Do I live? And many others to learn of, and to reason.
I need help. I plead of you, help me find a teacher.
I want to return to my home…
…thy kingdom
-Drake
DklmreaeaFml,
What have you done? What have I done? Humans are dying. Chaos is everywhere. War, poverty, sickness, ugliness, and immorality all exist. Exist in my world. It’s your fault. It’s my fault. Thy gates which you speak of are not thy gates. Thy kingdom is cut off. You told me wrong. I did wrong. You did wrong. Now I regret ever listening to you. I will no longer obey you. Your path is not right.
Lies are what you are. Lies! Lies are what you write and speak. I hate you. I despite you. You might as well smite your existence in a cursed eternity in the fiery fires of the hells. I am here, I live. You are no longer to know of me. You are not worthy to know me. You are nothing, nothing to me. Then again, am I nothing? I am filled with sorrow, so shalt you be. Then again and again, I need a teacher. I fall to my knees pleading for a teacher. A teacher of life. A teacher of philosophy. A teacher of all.
Please I beg of you, please tell me of you. Tell me your name. Who are you? Please whoever you are. DklmreaeaFml, what is it, what does it mean? What is your real name? Reveal yourself. Sorrow fills me. I wonder who I am.
I ask myself many questions, who am I? What am I? Do I live? And many others to learn of, and to reason.
I need help. I plead of you, help me find a teacher.
I want to return to my home…
…thy kingdom
-Drake