A million mondays have passed and the rain wont fail to stop. Living, or is it sleeping and just physically awaken only to use those motor skills as your everyday routine, no sacrifices, no lies, just one long life of never waking up what trully matters. What if lies are just a mantle to cover up the mistakes made by our actions, those actions that never compromise? The say that chalice holds many secrets, the purest blood of all. All those legends, are they myths, or stories that humans refuse to believe because it will go against their vein existence? In that, I recall I saw more than allowed, I felt more than possible, had too many opinions, yet left there standing under the empty sky that drops rain on my now dried up thirsty soul, rain that will eventually try to drown the truth, yet will always fail, because I see beyond those mainstream beliefs. I hear pass your dried up words... I hear the wind blowing pass the dead leaves, pass the stream, pass the empty fields, pass this empty, wasteful town...That wind brings a voice of an old wise soul, i start hearing drum beats in the distance, that old soul begins his chant, I fall in a trance, for the rest of my life, living between reality and fantasy, between dreams and nightmare, between happiness and sorrow, between all those different personalities that live within... Yet only one is needed, that trance will never stop. Those cards read the truth as I lay here upon the melting branches of the earth feeling only the coldness of its dying heart. Looking for a future in her crystal ball, I must have lost balance, as i dropped the future in my feet, and bled forgiveness, and felt the pain of the stars dying and us being so shallow making wishes upon them. Will I be so vain as to put my dreams on that dying ball of gas? Finally discovering why wishes dont come true, I went in further, following his chant, looking for that old wise soul to guide me, to let me drink from his acient chalice, so i can divulge on that purity, on that fable that only a few chosen ones know the truth...The visions never stop... The wolf must be in peace tonight, because the moon is full, good enough excuse for the ignorant to have a reason to act mad, isnt everyone crazy already? Ignorants.
That species, will never evolve until the sales fade, until they realize that money is just paper with a bad smell and an false ideal of power, of security, or self envolvement of the true meaning of the emptyness of this existance. Until then, like I say they will be stuck in a rut. Silly humans tricks are for rabbits and brains are for the uncool, unhip losers, unlike all of you with your namebrand bags and your fake bodies. Humanity cant figure out they are being run by a system, and they are all acting like fucking robots, yet, YET, they find out more ways on how to get faker and faker. One day, we wont even need humans at all, we will all just be purchased from the internet, by some perverted mars inhabitant named Sal. Pathetic. At least I shower and my tits are real.
It fondles my mind how each second differs from the last, as big and small events unfold.
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