JONAS S LUNDSTRÖM
"A PLUNGE OF FAITH FOR
PEACE"
We are all one family.
One body and one soul
having different experiences
But right now most of us are
experiencing the same.
A family so dysfunctional that it
uses
its greatest gift creativity
to find the cruelest ways to hurt
eachother
It's unlimited capacity for
creative heroism
to horde material, land and souls
to pleasure the desire for power,
control and death.
The subjugation of its own blood
to slavery and bondage.
The Cannabilization of the soul
itself
I can not fight it because the
dysfunction
is fueled by violence and the
pollution of my soul will bring me to the dark side
And I will become a destroyer of
worlds
hating the haters and killing the
killers.
Creating tools of mass extinction
I must resist my instincts and fall
for faith.
Faith in that the good in all will
ignite by example
and that no man want to sin out of
free will.
I have climbed to the top of the
cliff
ready to do the unthinkable
and I plunge myself mercilessly into
the light
Diving in to the unknown
letting go of anger
judgement resentment and hate
Towards those who in anger
Judge, resent, hate and slaughter
Letting the polluted water
cleanse my polluted mind
from the wrongs that have been done
to me
And extend to those who sin my
sympathy
because they are blind to the fact
that they are hurting themselves
Trusting that the one who do me
wrong,
my killer when I sit in peaceful
resistance
Will awaken by his sin and in
despair throw down his arms and surrender to love
In the complete realization that
the man stuck to his Bayonettare more of a brother to him than the men who sent
them both to die.
Both puppets in a pervasive
invasion
of confusion. Fighting for the
pleasures
of those fallen to darkness.
Jonas S Lundström
"XENOPHOBIA"
I killed you!
No excuse
And now I must
become the one
who refuse
To obey
what they say:
- That killing you
was ok!
I will let
everyone hear
That I killed you
out of fear
of my own
reflection
And not by any
natural reaction
Forgive me!
"LEAVING LEVIATHAN"
A thirst for something more
than the human spectacle
has driven me out into the desert
A barren landscape beyond despair
Here there are no theater salons,
no actors
The great tragedy does not play
here
I can finally live
though there is no water here
so I die soon enough
But I die happy
knowing that the voices
was not from the inside
Knowing that my natural state
is not one at war with myself,
that the Leviathan was behind it
all
Jonas S Lundström,
Bergkvara. SWEDEN
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