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There are an insurmountable number of moronic assholes


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Some nights I just want to be alone, to feel the

solitude and unravel some of the messes, I need that loneliness to remind me how vacant of

anything worth living for, to reorganize my

disappointment, to deal with everything inside,

and try to budge the pain.  Every night the sun

goes down, and every second there are

new lies and arguments, atrocities and strife,

human suffering, and degradation of society.

Every night someone gains the momentum

to feel a little bit more in charge of their lives,

never considering that they are chipping away

their stagnation with pride, and errors, and what

involves them.  When you lose something that

is only unique to you, when these dirty swine

see with a normal man's point of view, and

they realize no matter how much they want change,

their suffering is truly theirs to keep, little sharp

edges of their abilities shatter into arrogance,

self satisfaction, criminality and importance, when

whores become whores and men become slaves

to temptation and desire the failure in them will

start to break their spirit, and every second

becomes more difficult to lie their way through

that same pain will become theirs, they will see

their atrocities and cry for help but their only

answer will be me chopping off their heads and

shitting down their throats.

 

 

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