Faithful Children of the Legendary Hero

"When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our four eyes' astonishment, - a beach for two faithful children, - a musical house for one pure sympathy, - I shall find you.
  Should there be here below but a single old man, handsome and calm in the midst of "incredible luxury", I shall be at your feet.
  Should I have realized all your memories, - should I be the one who can bind you hand and foot, - I shall strangle you."
           - Rimbaud

"Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.”
            - Louis Ferdinand Celine

 Their fates were buried in different souls.  They were so pure they could not hear the cackling demons who pursued their every step, making promises and threats, crying, laughing, pleading, screaming.
  All they heard were the birds and all they saw were the mountains and the trees by the river.
  And so it was they searched for one another.
  And so it is they are searching still.

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Tell me not how my legendary hero slept with babes on a drunken boat that night he promised to sing them to the lord. Tell me not how my furious Commander built his fire with the fuel of weeping mothers clenching infants to their breasts. Tell me not of my hero, how he lied of his deeds, how he raped and plundered innocent people in a simple land, how he cut off their fingers and ears, laughing, as trophies. Tell me only the lies I want to hear. Tell me only my great white world is still the purest of all pearls. Tell me what must be told, the truth and facts be damned. Be robust in your description of these grand delusions, do it well enough that we will salut all the banners and flags of your deception. Lie to me you fucking traitors, or we will burn this place back to the coal ash of the savage unknown.