writing We Children Wear Masks

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Silence, this among others, wanting our benevolent silence that shall not be found. And to those that dare speak against the silence, a fair warning.

 

Begone all you peopel, let us be, and by no shadow dare we hide, lest to show our faces to the dark, and night overtake. List no other among you by means of malevolent deeds of outcries. Injustice, always the profound need of retribution that others shall seek to impress upon us.

 

We, as children, perhaps not as physical entities, rather of a qualm to inner asylum. Pondering of that which We, the children, may be, i find all thoughts obscured by lesser observation of man. Man, as a being, is the power for us all, but in turn lacks the understanding that seeks the ever present, injustice of hushed outcries. Participataion squandered by lesser beings.

 

We as children, will not give ground so easily as to comprehend our own natures. Best to be stubborn without realizing sins of others that follow you, blindly. And such, would most likely be the reason, niegh, a mask, one which covers all faces that dare imagine thoughts worth living for.

 

We children, forced into benevolent silence, with masks of iron that cloak our expressions from every shadow. Such, I believe would be reason for loss of doubt, an ever imposing threat to believing. However, is such really gone when doubts are held highly in regards of children? With iron masks that cover stone lips and wooden features, unable to voice an opinion.

 

We children, often the lesser and always ignored. By rights of others we demanded, and by the will of others we were silenced. Layers of chains now added to our burden of masks, and no soul dared to question again. By this, the greater sin. By this, silence is benevolent.

 

We children fear no other opinion, rather of the actions that are brought about, and opressed we have become. Perhaps if man had realized sooner of its creeds of intention, rather than silence, all would have been well. However, no, that was never made to be a case of importance.

 

We children, find strength in our inevitable torture. And through every lesion that shows through our masks, such was our rebellion, and every one, simple success. thus humilities are born, and enemies bow to once great kindness once again. Such, a child's new world.

 

We children, of wood, iron, doubt and blood. We children, of pity, morality and dicipline. Find us not in your heart, for we have long been gone.

 

 

 

-David Favret

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

This is a great work of literature, BronyHeart. An, because of the character limit, I must also ask you: Where did you get the inspiration for this?

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

This is a great work of literature, BronyHeart. An, because of the character limit, I must also ask you: Where did you get the inspiration for this?

Thank you

 

A few things, one of them being "Another Brick in the wall" song and scene from the pink floyd movie The Wall.

 

recent emotional distress

 

Realization of a tuly cruel world

 

Seeing the loss of innocence in the world.

[That One Techpriest You Used To Know 2,286]

Ah... you mean the Conneticut Shooting. Great. Yep, that was fun.

And if you believe that... then... *sigh*

 

It's sad, it is. That some idiot decides to shoot up a bunch of little kinds. The world is cruel.  

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

Ah... you mean the Conneticut Shooting. Great. Yep, that was fun.

And if you believe that... then... *sigh*

 

It's sad, it is. That some idiot decides to shoot up a bunch of little kinds. The world is cruel.  

No, this had nothing to do with that.. I had the idea to write this a week ago, just got around to doing it.

 

But yes, thta is / wa sa tragic event.