The Mass Of The Earth

I just wrote to tell you this; I did just my very best. I went far but got stuck there. I picked up the pieces, I was your vigilant soldier but the mass of the earth just weighed too heavily on me. How can truth be opinion? How can fact be right and wrong? The familiar turned strange, good and evil unhinged. My utilitarian comfort unsettled. Consequentialist moral reasons categorically examined. Self-knowledge is a loss of innocence! I heard your call to arms, set off the doomsday alarm, but never heard back. So, I set out alone. I don’t believe all I’ve been shown. A quest for truth and fact. I passed a desert town. Uninhabitable pastures of ash brown. Abandoned structures littered like an Aerstan scene. But then desperate people appeared. They had lived in constant drought for ten years ever since pollution got the best of them – wiped them clean. So, I thought "I’ll take their curse away! Let them flourish, I’ll take the pain." I lifted their drought and went on my way. So I’m asking you, help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. The journey is bitter-sweet. Logic and consistency do not mix with morality. Justify your atrocities, the trump card never fails. Remove the greed and the ego, and the consciences prevails. No longer empty-handed, I stopped at the coast to rest but found a flood of people drowning in a sea of hatred. They begged and pleaded "End this war! Have acceptance and peace restored!" So, I drank up all their poison oaths. So I’m asking you help me carry? I’m Atlas, Jesus and Hades. Won’t someone please take this weight off of me? The destination is obsolete. There’s nothing left but wrong with me. Global systems all degrading. I’ll take the problems so the World can breathe. And I have nowhere to take thewm so, forever they’ll accompany me. The future is much longer than the past. I picked up wrongs along the way, removed them from the mass. But I still had to jettison things to outrun gravity and not wanting to further pollute. I just left behind parts of me. I’m collecting your tradition, your religion, your depression. I’m trading in your affection to put us all to sleep. So here I lay, bent shoulders, broken ribs. I sink into the earth and all I can hope is to take this baggage to the grave – one more step I cannot take – by the time you read this I’ll have passed away. 我只是写来告诉你这一点;我所做的只是我的最好的。我去远，但被困在那里。我拿起碎片，我是你的警惕士兵，但地球的质量只是打压过于依赖我。如何才能成为真理的意见？怎样才能其实是对与错？熟悉变成陌生，善恶错乱。我的功利舒适不安。结果主义的道德理由断然检查。自知之明是清白的损失！我听说你的檄文，掀起末日警报，但从来没有听说过回。于是，我开始孤单。我不相信我所一直显示。是追求真理和事实。我通过一个沙漠小镇。灰棕色的适合居住的牧场。被遗弃的建筑物散落像Aerstan现场。但绝望的人出现了。他们生活在不断的干旱十年以来的污染得到了他们最好的 - 全部消灭干净。所以，我想：“我会带他们的诅咒了！让他们蓬勃发展，我会好好疼。 ”我把他们的旱灾，并继续我的路。所以，我在问你，帮我实现？我阿特拉斯，耶稣和阎王。会不会有人请把这个重量过我吗？目的地是过时的。旅途是苦乐参半。逻辑性和一致性切勿与道德。证明你的暴行，王牌永远不会失败。除去贪婪和自我，和良心为准。不再两手空空，我停在海岸休息，但发现潮水般的人淹没在仇恨的海洋。他们央求和恳求“结束这场战争！有接受和恢复和平！ ”所以，我喝了所有的毒的誓言。所以，我在问你帮我实现？我阿特拉斯，耶稣和阎王。会不会有人请把这个重量过我吗？目的地是过时的。什么都不剩，但我错了。全球系统全部降解。我会好好把握问题，使世界能够呼吸。我无处可走thewm所以，他们永远会陪伴着我。未来比过去长得多。我拿起冤屈一路走来，从群众中删除它们。但我还是不得不抛弃的东西逃脱引力，而不是想进一步污染。我只留下了我的一部分。我收集你的传统，你的宗教，你的抑郁症。我在交易中你的感情把我们都睡着了。所以我在这里躺着，弯曲的肩膀，肋骨折断。我沉到地球和所有我所希望的是借此行李到坟墓 - 一个步骤我不能拿 - 当你读到这里我就已经去世的时间。