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LIFE THROUGH MY EYES CH1


LIFE THROUGH MY EYES

To see these enlightened ones struggle to have natural talent brings laughter to me knowing the fact their life isn't anymore then working the abundance knowledge the world has to offer. There has to be people out there with both qualities for this i've came to the conclusion of why they don't want to us to succeed because thinking their the cream of the the pie b___ i'm the one who's enjoying eating it. Deprived from this is no one's fault but my own ignorance and i don't blame anyone; to take me out the game is unfair and selfish because it's for there own benefits when im just trying to find out truths the world has to offer, jealousy along with hatred for our natural talent is like lucifer and god almighty and we all know who wins the battle between these imaginary people the world believes in. Nevertheless they had us going to misery digging our own 6 ft but coming this eclipse is when we with the right qualities shall rise finding that hole we've been tediously diggin is for you enlightened ones. Don't be terrified by this wont be amusing unless i see your struggle and cry to carry out your mission on how it is you're going to get out this b___. Slowly winter will come then as the tub fills up with water the stench of death will leave. No worries my philosophers you’ll have all the time to think but without any electronics or true self conscious of how it is to be a fool the fun will commence. Cherishing the moments will be only your begging of the the struggle to realize that all the knowledge won't help unless you have your pathetic community is there to help. How amusing theses thoughts are my eyes glare fiercely to see your anguished gesture now knowing you are no longer the puppeteer but the puppet. Does the lion roar for hunger or territory you’ll ask yourselves neither but mere pleasure,as if nothing ever happen the giant who stood alone will go along his days feeling alive once more. As winter fades away Summer will come to put you to the test letting you do some yard work and keep you busy examining your innate soul only the few who arouse us by these qualities will be able to move forward while the rest will go back into the hole like fattening a pig for destiny.

History of the human race tends to repeat itself as any daily fear, love, lust, tears of joy etc. do in one person's life, knowing this is half the battle what you do with the knowledge is the other half how pick and choose your options on how things play out if you even care about the battle is up to you. I see a coin flipping around in mid air and as if it was a death sentence to you smart overqualified perfect illusions devils without a single blink of an eye frowned upon its faithful truth of ending your destructions over the fallen angels on Earth. In Spite of this i will try to help “really” reach my hand to get you out but it'll only be up to your innate soul is willing to let you roam free to destroy earth again. Royalty is not just what you do in life but the blood running throughout your body and of course like anything else that's royal everyone wants it. Some who have tinted their blood to the point of no return are only looking for yours in the sense of mischief for they don't want to see you triumph and tinting yours gives them satisfaction and joy that you too are in the melting pot(be aware of this). Thinkers will put different ideas and barriers out there to disturb our natural essence of being royal or even fear from those who don't want to see us succeed will do the impossible to make you crumble down and become another tinted soul. Excited to start this journey on my bare feet and be who i onced use to be again seems like a fruit from the creators divine hands did all this for a reason i'm hoping and wishing is best for me.

When coming across or stepping into the spiritual, magic, witchcraft or whatever you want to call it most of us freeze up with fear and pray to the all mighty god afterwards but has anyone put more thought on why and how their calling us or is it a split universe we live in only a few of us know. To think and work the sponge is fantasy, happiness, violence, envy, sorrow, glamorous, etc whatever you make it be to your own free will i hope. Stop and think of your true inspirational thoughts and wonders of life don't hesitate to move forward on these things you enjoy doing only manipulative people extract you from doing so cause being in control over other people is what really truly brings them happiness so please try hard to not mind them and keep moving forward with your own personal goals. Go on and have fun any which way possible and enjoy life as we are only promised day by day until you're ready to be a free soul to whoevers side you land on depending on what you've done here. Improvisions of being yourself is hard when you're not selfish or don't like being the center as most do but if if you ever get the role play the the part the best actor you can maybe then the movie will continue to become a tv show. The flock of pigeons are making their way for dinner now no one knows how the weird unappealing pigeon always finds his way back with extra he doesn't need maybe his distinct uniform not often seen tends to attract attention or his a god damm good scavenger!! The racoon stays hidden till night falls to come out to have good time and party but i wonder what about those owls you never get to see up close they too must have to party but where thinking of the possibilities are endless maybe even in my own backyard i haven't notice there watchful eyes staring down at me yet. So these punk ass owls think he/she have no entities to fulfill a need for rivalry until they see acknowledge the full moon shining its light over the land. The reflection on the mirror shows a character that i've never seen before but who knows maybe being different might lighten up the road ahead.

READ ONCE IF IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE MOVE ON,

IF YOU'RE PASSIONATE ABOUT AN IDEA THAT HAS NO ENDING PLEASE TRY ONE MORE TIME


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