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Thought 1
Peering inside of the mind of a madman may make any flower either wilt in disgust and ignorance, or blossom in understanding and faith.
Thought 2
Purified thoughts of malice are simply a fire created by hatred extinguished by the same factor in which it was crafted. No matter how pure it seems, it is still a vile thing. The shadows may hide its intentions, but alas, it still cries out war when the light is cast.
Thought 3
Vile intentions grow in us all, feeding from our hatred of others. The anger ridden words laced in frustration, drips like venom from their singed lips, cracking the once soft skin. Poisoning the innocence in your heart, defining you to this day. The seed of despair blossoms brilliantly, creating a facade of purity. Intentions never known, leaving us ignorant. We all are now left behind in the world of false happiness created by you, because of us. Don't let them inside, be perfect, be amazing, be beautiful, be what they want us to be. Be machines.
Thought 4
The circle of life is expanding, as are our minds, day by day, clouding with these wicked desires to rise above all. No one will reach the top when all we do is drag each other down, we only reach the bottom of the hell in which we created from our pride.
Thought 5
Life is a puzzle, a riddle, a maze. Leaving you to wander aimlessly. It is unfair. It gives you your own thoughts to solve problems, allows you to have freedom to do as you see fit and it gives you speech to communicate your reasons and desires. But the chains cast along your body and mind by those who oppose your free will maintain a perfect society. You mean nothing to this world, you are nothing more than a mere puppet ,made to kiss ass and work until you die. This life you have been given, to achieve what ever it is you wish to be, is constricted by those around you, to protect, and civilize, yet to tear down, and control.
Thought 6
Longing. Desire. That itching tingle you get in your head as you are swept away by the incoherent fog setting into your mind. The soft touches splashing into you in euphoric waves, producing a natural chemical high in the primal part of your mind telling you,claim. Take what's yours, mark, bite, ravish.
Peering inside of the mind of a madman may make any flower either wilt in disgust and ignorance, or blossom in understanding and faith.
Thought 2
Purified thoughts of malice are simply a fire created by hatred extinguished by the same factor in which it was crafted. No matter how pure it seems, it is still a vile thing. The shadows may hide its intentions, but alas, it still cries out war when the light is cast.
Thought 3
Vile intentions grow in us all, feeding from our hatred of others. The anger ridden words laced in frustration, drips like venom from their singed lips, cracking the once soft skin. Poisoning the innocence in your heart, defining you to this day. The seed of despair blossoms brilliantly, creating a facade of purity. Intentions never known, leaving us ignorant. We all are now left behind in the world of false happiness created by you, because of us. Don't let them inside, be perfect, be amazing, be beautiful, be what they want us to be. Be machines.
Thought 4
The circle of life is expanding, as are our minds, day by day, clouding with these wicked desires to rise above all. No one will reach the top when all we do is drag each other down, we only reach the bottom of the hell in which we created from our pride.
Thought 5
Life is a puzzle, a riddle, a maze. Leaving you to wander aimlessly. It is unfair. It gives you your own thoughts to solve problems, allows you to have freedom to do as you see fit and it gives you speech to communicate your reasons and desires. But the chains cast along your body and mind by those who oppose your free will maintain a perfect society. You mean nothing to this world, you are nothing more than a mere puppet ,made to kiss ass and work until you die. This life you have been given, to achieve what ever it is you wish to be, is constricted by those around you, to protect, and civilize, yet to tear down, and control.
Thought 6
Longing. Desire. That itching tingle you get in your head as you are swept away by the incoherent fog setting into your mind. The soft touches splashing into you in euphoric waves, producing a natural chemical high in the primal part of your mind telling you,claim. Take what's yours, mark, bite, ravish.
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