The mind has been culled into tiresome ennui, extreme lethargy and laziness which creeps in noticeably like a rattle snake and the darkness expunge becomes impossible since the mind blows to exhaustion the ignorance of the fellow sperm over asserting our religious farts, boredom chases the introspective mind into retrospective retrospect off what and how did I get here?
That bothers on hopelessness and one's wishing of being born in an earlier time, becomes inured as comics jump and break necks to make us laugh, but the constant feeling with no strength and the cave of fear hangs loose a noose, religion is guarded against and becomes a bore, asking when does God stop wanting form me? the daily gore borders on our sociopath as we become devoid of emotion, remorselessly dissatisfied without empathy. all that lives within us lies, revenge for on our families for our family.
Revenge is the path we thread on a life we don’t spurn
Revenge on empty fumes of anger that spur us on the slack trampoline that we jump on daily hoping to get thrown and afford us the ability to look down at "ourselves”for a very short time indeed
What are the turmoil that spurs the man, that call us into unity , the chaos that creates the mind that wakes.
by
Victor Samuel
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