Deep Feeling

Deep feeling

Deep in my heart, like the ocean, but I can’t swim these waves
Too many countercurrents, and evilish wills. Because I want to live
Without them. Bad fishes. Bloody the water. Too much wallows them

Disgusting desires. I spit. The ocean is blood red. Around me, dead bodies
Thick blood comes from them. They dance happily in their waves
And enjoying their ******. I can’t touch them. Never. Sea current takes

Takes me far to drink clean water, feel pure water, and wash my life
Yes, I don’t want to leave their lives. A bit was part of mine. Corrupted life or light?
I choose the Light. Hmm. The Light. My light. I love this universe. Super mind

“Then?” asked Satan.
“Hmm, I am suffering,” I said.
“What about?” asked Master.

“About the love. About the women,” I replied.
“Really? You wrote that you don’t like water with disgusting, thick blood.” Answered Satan.
“No. I don’t like the blood that comes from the decadence of lives.” I answered.

“So you don’t need a woman?” Asked Satan.
“Here no. Never.” I answered.
“Why?” Asked Satan.

“English Psychology,” I answered.
“Why?” Asked Satan.
“ Because I am a sensitive human.” A replied.

“Really? What’s the problem?”. Satan asked.
“Power of psychology. This is the problem.” I answered.
“Why?” Asked Master Satan.

“Without the psychological terror, life is right,” I said.
“More information, please,” asked Satan.
“I just want to live my life naturally. Like Adam,” I told.

“How?” Asked Satan.
“Without English Psychology.
Yes. The problem is the psychology. The mental terrorism.
I never wanted psychology in my life here.
I needed the ancient laws. 
But I don’t know who created psychology originally.
And psychology wants to rule the world, humanity, the minds, the souls.

It’s planned to drive people like zombies
Yes. This is the psychology. Ruling the world
Jesus needed to give new life in heaven
Satan also. On different planets

Psychology kills the souls
I respect the ancient wisdoms

I need the real life

Psychology is money
Very good money
Getting rich from the suffering souls

I
Don’t 
Need 
Psychologoist

Death for me.
True. Said Satan.

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