Life goes on..
brain spasms from jeezus..
This page is dedicated to all the men and women who aren't recognized for the awesome deeds they do for me and everybody else in the world who doesn't get remorse for the pain felt by the following.....:
Scary..
As we start along this long and hard road they call life we find many forks and stubbles in the path. We do not see them until it is too late, we try to avoid the pain but it comes, persistant in its adventure towards our nerves of steel, but we know not of the incredible strength they inhabit. The pain lingers like the smoke of a cigarette you thought was out, but know.. it rages a fire like we never thought possible. The flames reach the clouds, but no help comes and we're left to suffer the great agony of defeat. You say no, we cannot be defeated, we're the technologically advanced race, we're the top of the food chain, defeat is not an option. I say stop watching movies, school books cannot help the actual power that the world has in store for us. Our fate is planned and you know not of the fire that will burn inside until you blow like a volcano which rages uncontained. You're stunned by what has been said, by what is going to happen. You thought that an education could cure all illness, well it helps so stay in school, but you'll perish, like the rest of our weary selves. You'll be walked over like a plant which cannot rise above you and crush you like a small molecule of sand. And the world cries...
Scarier...
The world is being infested by hate, you try as you might but you cannot get it to stop. You want them to live in peace but they'll only overthrow your power because they think they can handle their own. The hate is a disease and it will not be denied it's prize. It will only go on, eating away at your flesh causing you to do unspeakable things which will only be equalled by the mass of your fate. Hate runs rampant about your soul, bowling you over like boulders down a mountain, you fight, but the force is unstopable, yet you don't realise you fate. The hate is fueled by the fear that reaks of death and decay, but the death and decay is from your hate, they power each other and will only be stopped by an all out cry for help, or will it stop, it may throw you off, make you like it, become one of your team. But hey, it doesn't matter now, your fate is coming, let the people to come later suffer, atleast I'll go unscaved. But will you....


The lighter Side

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