Post by anomaly on Feb 13, 2016 4:52:44 GMT
He stood there, cloth covering his mouth to prevent the sand from entering his mouth. Such beauty laid before him, he had seen them being built and ignored it then. But now?
Now he marveled at the fact that it took so many people, so many generations, and lives to build them. Why hadn’t he cared before? Life had been a joke then.
Bow in front of the pyramids, he wasn’t laughing anymore. He felt so small while the sand colored shapes loomed before him while he craned his neck to look upward. All he could feel was humility and some leftover ghost of pain. Almost like a million phantom limbs were attached to him…
All screaming for the blood of the Pharohs. All screaming for some sort of retribution.
So much, so painful, yet so beautiful.
Why hadn’t he been able to see before? Too many jokes, women, and running. Then there was the fact that Dad asked him to go do His will. So Gabriel did. He kept doing more and more in His name – so to save himself, he needed laughter.
The problem?
He lost his laughter now. So the world felt a little darker, a little smaller. Gabriel had to keep running – even if he couldn’t pull his stunts anymore.
There was so much beauty and so much…
He wasn’t even sure of the second. It seemed like there was so much of everything. Everything habeen so much, too much. He had to hide after his most-trusted brother killed him. Return for his other rebel brother – the one who had been brave enough to avoid the temptation of turning away to escape into laughter.
Then there was the Darkness.
Which was gone from the world – except his own.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice with an American accent disturbed him, distracting him from his thoughts.
Gabriel looked over and quirked his eyebrows. Why hadn’t he been able to see that the most beautiful things made were humans? Dad hadn’t been wrong in that.
“Yeah,” Gabriel gave a slow nod, “the dollar bill doesn’t do it justice.”
Now he marveled at the fact that it took so many people, so many generations, and lives to build them. Why hadn’t he cared before? Life had been a joke then.
Bow in front of the pyramids, he wasn’t laughing anymore. He felt so small while the sand colored shapes loomed before him while he craned his neck to look upward. All he could feel was humility and some leftover ghost of pain. Almost like a million phantom limbs were attached to him…
All screaming for the blood of the Pharohs. All screaming for some sort of retribution.
So much, so painful, yet so beautiful.
Why hadn’t he been able to see before? Too many jokes, women, and running. Then there was the fact that Dad asked him to go do His will. So Gabriel did. He kept doing more and more in His name – so to save himself, he needed laughter.
The problem?
He lost his laughter now. So the world felt a little darker, a little smaller. Gabriel had to keep running – even if he couldn’t pull his stunts anymore.
There was so much beauty and so much…
He wasn’t even sure of the second. It seemed like there was so much of everything. Everything habeen so much, too much. He had to hide after his most-trusted brother killed him. Return for his other rebel brother – the one who had been brave enough to avoid the temptation of turning away to escape into laughter.
Then there was the Darkness.
Which was gone from the world – except his own.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice with an American accent disturbed him, distracting him from his thoughts.
Gabriel looked over and quirked his eyebrows. Why hadn’t he been able to see that the most beautiful things made were humans? Dad hadn’t been wrong in that.
“Yeah,” Gabriel gave a slow nod, “the dollar bill doesn’t do it justice.”