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we all deserve to die

All are a fucking delusion
Nothing is really there
Everything you see, feel or touch
is as real as you
But you are just a thought of creation, created
 
I wonder of infinite love
How would the gods adore each other?
What is like to be loved without human weaknesses and complexes of dysfunctional operations of the ego and the fucking consciousness that focus on nothing but my survival and egotistical interests?
 
 
I am fucking embarrassed to be a human
Humans don't love
Or I am fucking useless to find something like that
Or not worthy
Or ignorant
Ignorance in my quests, my words and my acts
Abducted by daydreaming
Crawled by fantasies of being somebody else
I really hope this is my last time here
A place without heart piercing pain must exist
somewhere
With no lies
or addictive ties
 
 
I was such a fool to believe I could give and take that kind of love
Angelic love
My angels are gone now
They won't come to me anymore no matter the prayers
The last time I saw them was in a basement, in my dream
Darkness was all around and one of them was sitting on a cement bench
He looked at me with sorrow as  I stood by the door
I imprisoned my own pure existence
Praying is dumb
No one can hear your requests but your mind
Demanding don't work either
So what the fuck
Looking back there is suffer
"if you want to suffer, you'll find a way"
Inside my mirror, she still laughs like a demon
The reflection pushes the muscles of the face to smile slightly and hide the emotion
But I decline to acquiesce to that request
I will let my grief blacken my surroundings
and drain all life out of flowers, trees and persons
I don't care anymore
We all deserve to die
 
 
 
 
All shall pass...
Why did they appear in the first place?
Will there be a time that all make sense?
How to find your own justice?
How could you know which your own justice is?
What the fuck is justice?
The Idea of  Justice is nothing like people think
The Idea of Love will never be felt by mortals
I just want something close to that....
That is all I ask
 
 
I don't want to be here anymore
In my paranoia, I am experiencing a vibrational shift
The psychotic scenario of ascending like Jesus fuckin Christ sounds amazing
 
 
Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
Published | Edited 23rd Feb 2017
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