When living becomes crimson like vines with wines bleeding white as she cries pearls from ducts of ventricles standing over pentacles shining brightly such a spectacle not even the biggest of testicle bearing let alone uncaring person can come to grips with approaching for knowing that theres no hoping she could be noticing me All it takes, he fakes and she prays wed take it a little bit more seriously but when nothing seems better than being a bothersome nobody, I see no reason to even be trying when everything, No, Everybody could be a lie that we find out much too late for shame then reigns and my brain may not be able to sustain much more depraved aches of failed fate Its pure torture having been ignored by souls so ignorant as these while getting lost in naught and frost bit by wings of things only existing inside of our imaginations ever changing spectrum of fake beings, But how are these things that we perceive to be and believe so blank in this existence? Cant it be made if we just take the time to free our minds so that when the time comes to have our lives sprung from these bodies all I can see then is that everything must mine And so if I play god then why will you not follow me into anything? Or go everywhere that I take thee? I lead singly with all of the guidance of listless fiction created blissless from patience, Keeping in mind that time stretched out of sight for one night too right as lights unseen blinded me from the lies confined inside of lines to lifes truths that you disputed like a kid when examples and evidence are in my hands palm and all I wanted was to save you from the machinations of temptations ever expanding intelligence that things like television hides from sight like subliminal lies or messages hidden in our minds since birth Oh, the answers are all there but when, where or how we find them depends wholly on how we all live our lives and despite what others might say, do or think about you I personally for one person perceive you as the most beautiful creation augmented only to be my own There are things of so very many aplenty getting so misconstrued, abused disproven and becoming lucid like truant vibes felt by the guilty guises concocted right inside the outside of our reach that we try to preach or teach against when weve grown up enough to understand that nothing can stop the flow for motions of time described by most religious subjects, The subtext is apparently there in everything available from fables to stable truths imbued with blooms of nature becoming treachery and lethargy overlooking the particular topics of interest, We would believe anything we hear in rhythmatic instrumentals of musical stars set so far above everyone else just because they can relate to our pain without even ever being good people to follow in line But hey just think about this if nothing that ive said thus far has hit the mark then I am Jesus Christ himself and so are you at least if you arent a girl because then you are the Virgin Mary, I have proof to move in with this fact: We all are born innocent, We all learn, We all struggle, We all feel pain, We all can do right or wrong, We all came from our father we are his blessed seed sown in the virgin fields of our mother who is earthly and nature has been birthing more than just us for more than a millenia but most important is that we can do the very same depending entirely on the choices we make every day so take my words and make your own happiness begin...I promise it is not too late yet! And in my name I pray, Amen!
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 15:58:45 +0000
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