Those with the slightest notion of self preservation will find this hard to stomach. For them the rat race is afoot as they run, trampling each other, trying to refrain from reaching the inevitable end that we have no controller over. But we do. We choose when and where. (To squeeze the trigger) If not for that choice we are nothing but meaningless meat puppets, endlessly floating on this rock that is being hurled through space. (It brings me no sadness to do what must be done.) To be another soul to venture into the true final frontier with only ancient knowledge handed down from prophets who had lucid visions (more than likely induced by some form of toxic plant.) It is with this that all things must come to an end. This world is not cruel its just misunderstood. Not with holding my thoughts any more. It is without a tear to my eye Ive said my goodbye. (Pow)
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 20:16:13 +0000
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