The touch itself scratched the surface of the shell where my heart laid.
The lie lies in oversized expectations of our futures. However, our natures, tainted by bravado of monetary greed, still seek the way to achieve freedom of body, soul and mind.
Whoever those three will find, it would be kind, if he would share his treasure to all mankind.
Praying mantis smiles, the green sun melts down all your hopes and dreams. No matter how much you struggle, you find yourself paralyzed. I've analyzed this so far, there is no way for you to survive. What else to do than just wait the kiss of the executioner?
Yet courage doesn't fade so easily. Take your hand even though it isn't there, allow yourself to burn the spiritual flame of detest against the oppression, fear what they have harbouring for you.
Dance in the death, no other choice than swing through the night of eternal horrors. When I am running out of metaphors, let your fantasy backstab my letters.
Every time when the thunder clasps, clasp with him, smile till the breakthrough is made. There is long journey to be sane, even longer to be so insane, that you'll understand why sane are insane. So you better pack your things, we're leaving. Leaving your paralyzed mind.
Look up to the people who lost and yet they have continued the road. Real winner lose cannot. That is the bottom line, bon mot.
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