The Eternal Unknown
Break and bend to all you desire, feel it and taste the blind fantasy that you enjoy.
Break the concept of it being the taboo of nature and understand that it is nature that
guides your hand to the natural thirst of evolution.
Because you cry when you hurt, you bleed when it hurts but you laugh when all pain is
unbearable when it is complete. Let it be a lesson, for you might not get the same
education again.
Some do not have the same experience as you had, but it does not hide the fact that it is
a pleasure to those who would die for the same lifestyle.
Trust in me is to trust that all demons are angels.
We are all in a game of chess, who decides the concept and who controls the outcome, it is
a lifestyle ideal we all dream of and create stories of a desirable outcome.
We have the blood of good and evil and the knowledge of it, but not the fruit nor the taste.
I breath because I have no choice, I live because I hate blackmail and I will die because
I need to.
If I never died, then what's the point of living?
'The point of living means to suffer for past sins and old traditions.
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