Seek in the obscure of the night the reason to wake up every morning, a goal, a future, a principal to follow and to kill the halo inside. The thunder strikes and the dark and rainy night becomes enlightened, the animal inside you wakes to a higher life, a power unknown, a will to kill and to be killed that has been taking over your mind lately. You sit and watch the clouds become a light blue, the light of the thunder falling down. And the thunder is nothing more than the wrath of the Earth against humanity for all the sins, for all the damaged, for all the mistakes. And you're just another dead beat that moves around the Earth, a mute sound that is always corrupt.
You're less than zero. You won't even count to the statistics of the sadistic's that you admire so. In the black, you'll only be a shadow, a burden, a leaf that won't burn. The excitement is dead and you're just making things worse with your presence, with your words, your look, your life. You're the source of all pollution and death, you're the horror of mankind since the beginning of your times. You're the curse of God and the unwilling helper of Jesus as he walks spreading his lies and deceives. No matter. You'll walk on this Earth for long. Breath for a while before you forget these words.
Faked smiles, faked life's, you brought this to us. Pull the strings and watch life pass by for a little favour from the Devil. You can't deny it, you can't hide the desire to break free, you won't just realise, this is only a dream.
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