Man: "Why must we surface these shadows that are so simple to move and bend, like metal bends under heat?"

Demon: "The very furnaces you seek are not so far from your inquiries. You have dissolved your own will in the face of your father's ashes. What more is there to seek?"

Man: "I know of the great love of the earth, and I have seen what humans are capable of building under the most wicked of scenarios. Don't braze my spirit fever; the plants know of the sun, like the tribes in the forests."

Demon: "You call those tribal ants holy? Is this where you reach your threshold? The only place worth contending for you? What a brave species you are, hiding under a four-pointed symbol. You hear the chimes in the fatal hours, don't you? Do they call on you like they stain my humour?"

Man: "It is not who or why those charms of the chimes survive. No man is capable of inheriting the land; the grave reaches us all. Though in our lives we unite and seek the same things as every generation sought, minute by minute our souls are more at odds than your dialects make out."

Demon: "What do you wish for? The garden? The tree?"

Man: "I do not wish for any of it. I am not divided on metaphysical foundations, as you attain to believe. Though your smug theatrics are appealing to me."

Demon: "Dancing has more favours for my reach to be known, human."

Man: "And the merrier I am, I suppose, makes you sicker?"

Demon: "The modern world you find yourself in is not the same one I was carved from a thousand years ago. Little do you know, your virtue is painful, and you carry the great burden of your species on your little, feeble back. And your mind—its weakness is ever so apparent. You wouldn't know how the sky can move your future; you see the colour, not its nature. You live blindly, and so we must meet many times round."

Man: "My skin is not my bounds, nor my home. I have neither in this universe, for if it ever became my home, I would be gone before the stars threw down their spears."

Demon: "And you dream of finding such a home ever so tightly, that your kind can drop loyalty like the wound grows infected. You cannot flee what you are bound by, even if you seek the finding further. Your nature appalls me."

Man: "The home cannot be secured through language nor belief, nor is it that my species are in search of a home the way you grotesquely tremble with."

Demon: "Man is a fearful animal; he is afraid of everything because he has access to everything. His greatest weakness is that he knows no bounds whilst binding himself to simple, common lives of the ether. You cannot favour dawn over night."

Man: "What do you know of innocence beyond the chattering of your teeth?"

Demon: "Am I tempting you? You're very finalised to speak on your actions."

Man: "And the memory of our fates are one and the same, for you must live behind some other gate. We are both cut from a similar cloth; our conjurations are what divide us in the end."

Demon: "We have no rivalry beyond the ether; we do not own the same space as time burns into our essences. You're seeking prayer in sanctuary. I am granting you the serenity from your agony, and with it a tinderbox embroiled in eastern comforts, so you can hear your own heart beat. Beat and beat."

Man: "I do not know of the world you know of, and I intend to repeat what my ancestors had repeated, for in our creed the civilisation depends on our depth. With no other thurible, the saviours delivered, and yet we have failed to wipe your virus from the face of the earth."

Demon: "You cannot kill that which you do not know."

Man: "This is where we differ. My grace and empirical dissolution allow me to destroy anything I know and do not know, for in the presence of both, as above, so below, it is cut from the same tree."

Demon: "Do not pity me with your forgotten knowledges. You are merely an ant underground; you cannot flee your colony as you are enslaved to its overcoming. I pity you, man, so treacherous in your heroic deception."

Man: "I do not need your graces, though I know they are not true. You are cast to hell, for you have been me once before, and only now have you garnered the courage to turn on your own kind in spite and sickness."

Demon: "My destiny was implanted in me like the seed was grown underground; its body extends beyond its horizon. I find myself devouring the purity, for in the game of eternity you will see me bright, as the fire I breathe moulds the flames, as does the cave to the man-ape. You are never going to evolve your animal instincts as you set out. You will remain the same old beast."

Man: "I will live and die in the same flesh, for the flesh is just armour. You are right; this skin of mine is not as vital as yours. Yet, I know this flesh. I hear my heart beating through the poetry of the seasons and the meanness of suffering. You have lost that gift, and I pity you, demon."

Demon: "Do not avoid the template of nature. She is presented with those lesser than herself, and her task is not to favour those over others but to punish us all in the times. You will find the fates you seek only because your cowardice has delivered them to you. You do not create matter like the musician does, and we have them, you would know. The fame of the human is not the same fame as the demon. You cannot achieve the trio as it has been put, nor do your aspirations lead you away from the darkness. Everything is but an image over your eyes, blindly living, blinded by your sight, enslaved in your horrors, and you bring me children in the night. The heirs of imagination know only too well about the violence of the moon."

Man: "Begone, old serpent, begone, tarnished soul"

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