God, scribbled his darling and buried it in a sack, discarded like a piece of dead wood. he chose this one to be his voice, to celebrate his name, but he destroyed his own beloved. sing, Mozart, sing, for God's glory....
and that is hate.
the hate of mediocrity.
i can only listen to the heaven's voice through the miserable genius, but i know Salieri. because we are--the same.
simple, mediocre, little, human being.
a double tragedy, the fatal talent leads to death, or just live for a determined death. what is called,fade.
all those things ,our lifes,our names,our existences ,will fade.just like we had never been there,no importance,no sence.
it is jealousy. it is cry.
unfair.
how cruel his mercy is.
i know clearly Salieri.
"I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint. "
and,please,absolve,me.
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