Imagine you lived a fake life all your life, you'd think you'd owe it to yourself; your future self; as in the choices you will choose will affect the future you can not see but of our children. This world will never be cleansed by mere passive observers, this is why majority i've dealt with see no faith in equilibrium. They forgot. It's really sad seeing natures perfection in a downward notion.
Living by things that aren't there. It's all too easy; It's the people that complicate. Step a-side and you'll see. It's borderline, it's physical and mental; it's everything you strive to be. It's all the things you do to flee. And at most times it's in and the things in which and by we take for granted that makes us (human) fake. STILL crawling/flying/lying, killing yourself for a piece of the pie. I've walked for miles and traveled wide, everythings inside, so I can not fight but sit still...Those ideas will submerge like sleeps step-brother.
It's been full of emptyness, a lift full of despare; since we declare...
In result, the end result are fatal and fucked. Never learned the meaning of the letters l, o, v, & e. Scatterbrain, full of late. The Stalemate, still procrastinates it's failure to be. It's failure to see...to feel. This is real, real, so real. Yet, It's no big deal, just life; The movement between stone and air. They made LIFE boreing. It is loosing faith in your own existance to feed the masses. People hover over me, over you. And the soon to be will never set you free. I will sit still on this floor, I will not be changed. My heart knows tame... Those thoughts are insane; the ones that leave the mark of end of our now left behind.
I'm tired of wars over religion, government, and land; It;s just a bunch of "adults" in business suits that never fucking grew up nore learned to share.No matter how much they care or the causes behind, they still are blind. Where did there mothers go wrong? And my future children; if I let them breathe this wretched air. "They" will poison and prison my meaning, my reason, my everything and mold to a gear to be taught no fear and never shed tears. A walking stepping stone glitch, left somewhere along side a ditch M.I.A. So that the monkeys can have their pride, thier land, thier religion, thier mental state of mind, money, and freedom we are all individualy and naturaly born with.
And from here;
Everythings clear although I agree some areas are hard to explain in words, more or less in apathy. Well I can kill it with sadness. I can kill that with apathy. I can choose not to choose and we can choose not to be. And I can feel the pain and know the hate, I know what it ment. Of course you will find it hard to find a glimpse when the walls soar past your expectations. Your mind is covered in black as well as your hearts you prejeduce fucks. I mean every word my brain tells me too. Life is hard because it's not the way our mother intended it to be, be free...
The narrow fickle hearted will never see, so just leave them be and follow me; Their children have their own eyes but let's hope their blindfolds aren't so tight. Government is not God, Love is not Lust. I fled it out of my head. It only exist if you let it. Just never have fear and never back down. Just know ultimte diesease, this only humans carry from within and it's taught and preached everywhere...
Over a point and time things and the ways of becoming and doing become obsolete. You're either a part of the diesease or part of the cure. The two products that can be cut down to size. love/hate, peace/war, gratitude/envy.The past will always be past but the present and pending is by all means shakable.
To summarize my statemt or in whatever form you took it I leave this;
"A Product that acknowleges faults but proceeds not for progression or prior arrangment to; becomes the molding of the tool from within. If and when the natures and cycles are understood, this is where Real Choice comes to birth.(from within; natural)The natural laws that bind to oppose negative force in strategic efforts to thee; weather blinded or molded."
thank you, ExiteJa
Living by things that aren't there. It's all too easy; It's the people that complicate. Step a-side and you'll see. It's borderline, it's physical and mental; it's everything you strive to be. It's all the things you do to flee. And at most times it's in and the things in which and by we take for granted that makes us (human) fake. STILL crawling/flying/lying, killing yourself for a piece of the pie. I've walked for miles and traveled wide, everythings inside, so I can not fight but sit still...Those ideas will submerge like sleeps step-brother.
It's been full of emptyness, a lift full of despare; since we declare...
In result, the end result are fatal and fucked. Never learned the meaning of the letters l, o, v, & e. Scatterbrain, full of late. The Stalemate, still procrastinates it's failure to be. It's failure to see...to feel. This is real, real, so real. Yet, It's no big deal, just life; The movement between stone and air. They made LIFE boreing. It is loosing faith in your own existance to feed the masses. People hover over me, over you. And the soon to be will never set you free. I will sit still on this floor, I will not be changed. My heart knows tame... Those thoughts are insane; the ones that leave the mark of end of our now left behind.
I'm tired of wars over religion, government, and land; It;s just a bunch of "adults" in business suits that never fucking grew up nore learned to share.No matter how much they care or the causes behind, they still are blind. Where did there mothers go wrong? And my future children; if I let them breathe this wretched air. "They" will poison and prison my meaning, my reason, my everything and mold to a gear to be taught no fear and never shed tears. A walking stepping stone glitch, left somewhere along side a ditch M.I.A. So that the monkeys can have their pride, thier land, thier religion, thier mental state of mind, money, and freedom we are all individualy and naturaly born with.
And from here;
Everythings clear although I agree some areas are hard to explain in words, more or less in apathy. Well I can kill it with sadness. I can kill that with apathy. I can choose not to choose and we can choose not to be. And I can feel the pain and know the hate, I know what it ment. Of course you will find it hard to find a glimpse when the walls soar past your expectations. Your mind is covered in black as well as your hearts you prejeduce fucks. I mean every word my brain tells me too. Life is hard because it's not the way our mother intended it to be, be free...
The narrow fickle hearted will never see, so just leave them be and follow me; Their children have their own eyes but let's hope their blindfolds aren't so tight. Government is not God, Love is not Lust. I fled it out of my head. It only exist if you let it. Just never have fear and never back down. Just know ultimte diesease, this only humans carry from within and it's taught and preached everywhere...
Over a point and time things and the ways of becoming and doing become obsolete. You're either a part of the diesease or part of the cure. The two products that can be cut down to size. love/hate, peace/war, gratitude/envy.The past will always be past but the present and pending is by all means shakable.
To summarize my statemt or in whatever form you took it I leave this;
"A Product that acknowleges faults but proceeds not for progression or prior arrangment to; becomes the molding of the tool from within. If and when the natures and cycles are understood, this is where Real Choice comes to birth.(from within; natural)The natural laws that bind to oppose negative force in strategic efforts to thee; weather blinded or molded."
thank you, ExiteJa