We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion (c)

I wish I could find the words to tell you exactly what I see, what I feel, what I think. No misunderstanding, no blurred semantics. You see, you seem as dead as the gods you praise. Gone. Numbed by what you call your life. Show me you're alive. Alive. Fuck your gods, they never gave me life. To my generation: I dare you to give me something else. Something more than this. Or have we given in? Gone. Numbed by what you call your life. Do you really think happiness will come from this?

Barely alive I don't recognise my features as human anymore. I might as well be dead. I feel raped by all the must do's, all the have to's. All we succumb to
(c) Lack

Maybe i haven't done enough, I might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough, for not giving enough, for not being more perceptive, for not being aware enough, for not understanding, for uh, being stupid
(c) Charles Manson









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