The absurd man does not hope any longer. The hell... - church of phocks

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Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
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The absurd man does not hope any longer. The hell in which he lives has become his kingdom. Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via ladysatan)

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