The powers of humanity waste away in the pregnant promises of a better world. While the troubles of pompous fools drifting in a sea of hopeless slumber lift the veil of life only to see the uncaring of the mind and the body. A wonderous trip into the utter waste and the deep deprivation of the soul, the uncaring child of Adam wreaks upon what was once a wonderous glory, the depravation of unholy existance. And still, my friends wonder why it is I cry.
The selfish torments of man tears into his own hidden meanings and ask the promises that he will not keep. the lonliness of being alone leave only friends to seek. Words of no meaning leap into the mind as the beating of the electronic madness races on. Words unheard flow through the mouth unchecked and unhindered by the graces of social mores till in the end there is no more. in the end there is only death. the demands of the body defeat the demands of the mind in a hopeless battle of futility and design.
Laughter of maniacs and disdain of simpletons have no meanings to the individual essence of truth. Blatant judgement becomes the mankind that has no meaning other than the driven promises of more promises, and still we strive for a concept so ancient that it is begotten of ancient sin. hearts search in a sea of agony to find a crutch to serve as their own leg. oh what folly to find that there is none and the legs God has given you are the only ones of that to rely. Searches and searches of insecurity and pain self-diagnosis of problems misunderstood by all. Remedies readily tried in a constant attempt to
Strange minds find that of other lives. Love in the hate of mankind makes only confustion. In such a hall of mirrrors we pretend to understand all that we see and only becoming what we dread most. The darkchilde is only the good that we sill do not accept. Agony of man lives in every breath of madness that we inflict on the world unknowing of the uncaring that is only viewed through rose colored glasses. Tears of madness, tears of madness. Insanity of a world gone insane.
lessons in understanding only exist in what is already in the mind and the soul the; truths so hidden only are unveailded by the acceptandce of the soul and the true dealin with it is the mind and the soul’s dilemma.what was once a sea of love had turned to a desert of hate and the keyboard of literature plays on . tears tears tears. cry world cry and witness the agony of your own pain. see the suffering you have brought on yourself and cry . let all the lonliness and depression corrupt the false security and waste away the sandstone foundations of what seems the be a gesture of satisfacition. see yourselves in the mirrores of Lune and understand that you are only what you are. then stop the crying.
Havoc. what path doth the chosen take? Arrogant. Rewards to deeds undone and sins unrepented agony is in the mind. agony makes us cry. cry. cry in agony writhe in your mind and do deeds unrewarded and repent sins undone. Sin has come to Eden and death hath come to man. for we are our own cardinal sin and the unknowing live in a life: a fate worse than death, for there are those who die by living and others who live by dying. I love you all and yet I cry. What purity of morals if the world be sullied than that of a constantreminder to the filth that the purity still exists. I am losing coherency. I am losing my grip over my tired body and sloly drift into pleasant slumber only to wake up an instant later anfind that all has passed in time unknown.