Hunched over in my indecision to subjugate one from three I count the shadows running headlong from my empty dreams Over yonder in the darker circles of my life I espy a glimpse of fortunes long since whispered gone Empty cups of tea have always favored my old bones
I pick at the scabs and scars of lesser wounds and find absolution in my toiling Never was there such a sight as tissue writhing in agony Spent wishes and salty kisses render my flaccid ego wasted I look upon a blanket of stars that only wink with their dismay Those bastard oceans far...
It is evident and plain to see our masters the elite 1% will never be satisfied...the more power the human race gives up and over to the elite...1% the greedier THEY become THEY are not even happy or satisfied with how easy THEY control us with child's play magic
The streets tonight are covered by a thick cloak of fog; the misty air hides the true essence of the being. The faceless creature, who's shame goes beyond space and time, finally can retrieve from his life without having to face the slaughter of his agonising soul. He can shout out his delirium without being judged a failure by his peers. Let him be. Let him fade away. He wants a forever sleep. What others see as life is a false illusion created by death. Useless emotions...
Hollywoodism is the moving religion of America...now brainwashing has become our controller and our educator humans can be given this kind of education very easily... schools are only used to make young minds more adaptable to this kind of education...only the truth will set you free blindly believing the lies being told to every human on earth will not get you there or near your rightful place in this world
The inner force 1- Believe He couldn't believe that He could imagine in fact That can be the weakest Convert to be the strongest The kind waves that carry ships Can be overlapped and damaged them The fire that warm people Can harm and hurt them The boy lost his mother His father was confused He tried to heal his son from bad temper His son cried a lot And stayed alone at his room His father asked many doctors He went to a lot of physiologists They advised to get new friend For good luck, the boy found...
JESTER JIVE: ...A Danse Macabre of Damnation! ...King Shit! ...Shit Queen! ...Piles-of-Shit Princedom! ...I'm about to tickle your fiddle-faddle fancies and fibble-fabble fantasies! ...Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, a lot of stars, a whole lotta stars - lotsa, lotsa stars ! ...Twinkle-twinkles in your eyes! ...Artsy-fartsy deadly desires, crafty-crappy deathly destinies! ...Firepower-fingers flex and reflex! ...Kingships and Knighthoods of the Kingdoms - No More, NEVERMORE!
You hear the word cancer and time stops, your heart starts to race and your body starts to shake; you beg and plead the doctor ďItís gotta be a mistake.
But when you hear depression, you think pills, deep breaths and a confession with a pastor and youíll be fine, when really itís the slow decay of all the happiness in your heart and mind.
Depression is a disease you search for anything to put the pain at ease; taking pills, writing down what you need to say, and buying lots of things. Knowing that thereís no cure cuts you deep and darkness and pain is all it brings.