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Dana International Forum By Anna


Zana Elohim Life Form Is a Loving Raelian




The evanescence of suffering,

The evanescence of tears and pain.
The death of life, the termination of love.
Warm hearts turning to cold stones.
The death of sensuality, the elimination of care.
Trusting friendships turning to illusions of enemies.
The end of nurturing, the end of hope.
The glowing warm aura of nature, dwindling in the evil twilight.
The end of hope, is the end of life, love fuels hope.
The turn of a page, the fall of human life, the end of the end.
The end of peace, the end to serenity.
The connection to the nature
Of the universe’s strings, severed in society
The wonder of it all, when is it ever going to end.

Why is it that something beautiful, natural, naked and sensual,
Gets classified as something disgusting and full of filth?
Why is it people love to drag others that are different through pain and dirt?
Drag them and make them appear disgusting and full of filth.
Why is it people love to kill living things and make them hurt?
Hurt them so that they may rot and decay in real filth.

The evanescence of suffering,
The evanescence of tears and crying.
The wonder of it all, when is it ever going to end.
The death of animals, sentients beings, and all life here.
The start of wars, and selfish money frenzied heartless beasts.
Creating the real filth and decay,
On a carcase of a use-to-be living planet.

Gaping eyes, watch you, and collect your every move.
Gaping eyes watch, ignore your good and display your bad over exposed.
Gaping eyes watch, take your good and turn it bad and worthless.
Gaping eyes watch, with no love in them, and suck at your life until you die.
Gaping eyes watch, unite into one gaping eye watching you… resulting…

The singularity of the “end”, the singularity of pain.
The singularity of grief, the singularity of death.
The dark unity of unconnected souls, something…
Something that is horrific and not humorous.
A mass unity of mindless zombie beasts..

The Elvin Magick of Love chant

I wonder when I look at life, and you may see.
Its leaves has weaped over mystery.
Its dwellers don't understand what they fully see.
Unravelled grass can lavender bloom.
Unravelled forests can lead path to desserts of doom.

For hope has a place in your loving heart.
For hope has a place in a loving heart.

When winter returns, and makes life hard times.
The air evenly flows, through your ocean tides
One hope, one place may end or it may start

Yearn to Love, and learn to love and you may dream
And if it should leave may your love have wings and be free.
Then search your heart, there is more to see
When hope is full, your heart is free.

Many roads in life are long and dull, and hard.
Let love rise and never let it depart.
Let hope have a place in your loving heart.

May love wash away your tears and make your heart free.
May love make new hope, new dreams and fantasy.

When will the fairies and flowers return?

Years have come years have gone
Where have all the flowers gone?
The flowers of my garden are my friends
They have been ruthlessly plucked out of my care

A fairy came to me yesterday, she died in my hands.
She was afraid the world would end, the glow from her body.
The glow that illuminated my hands came to an end.
She lay helpless, lifeless as if my aura of depression drained her.

I lay her gentle naked shiny body down in the wet grass.
Tears rolled down on my eyes and joined hers on the ground.
I sat helpless, lifeless staring where her body disappeared into the ground.
I looked up, the air was dry, I had been drained dry, by people of this world.

They have taken away my magic, my will to live on, my magic to create.
My magic to love, my magic to embrace, my magic to care.
They drained my heart dry, taped my mouth, and tied my hands.
They tied me to the stake and burned my soul.
I am nothing but an empty shell, so dry, and so barren.

The air is dry, there is no current to gather
There is no rain to wash the sorrow away
I do not know what I am going to do today
Some old ones I love are far away.. and they watch silent.

Where have you flowers all gone?
Why have you moved far away from me?
They don’t answer, they watch, the stare, they drift away.
There is pain in the air, the world is dying.

My flowers are in a ring of despair, consumed by the evil beast
This beast had bitten me, it infected me and I have hurt some of them.
Their pain tears my heart, there tears fall down my face.
Their flowers and fairies too have gone and died.

I run after them, the world stretches
I run in the nightmare, with the wind in my hair
How long can it last? Will the rain ever come?
I need to run with the thunder in the clouds,
I supposed to be an Elvin princess.
Will the flowers and fairies return?

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