Confession of an lost prisioner..

"No, my problem is not being in love or either lack of love. Mine is far more complicated than that, its not a mortal issue to solve...
Have you ever imagined, what it is to hate the world, even if you are the Hero of the day?
Can you carry the burden of those empty promisses of eternal life or even supreme happyness while you see them all vanish in front of your very own eyes?
I say:
"..Pointless this damn empty and meanlingless life.."

What kind of GOD could´ve willed to make us suffer so much in this strange way.
I think you can feel it too..yeah you do..you can.. Life vanishing your body away every secound, and worse than that is not even knowing why..
" We stand here today and tomorrow.. well.. we´ll just not."

What kind of a GOD would put us in this some sort of life prison?
What should we do?... What can we really do? Only wait to die.
I say:
"Heroes are those man who dont fear death at all, not the ones who provoke death to themselves or to others."

What have we done to deserve such punishment?
We fear loneliness yet we feel so alone in the universe.

Have you ever wondered why we fear the dark when we are young? Isnt it the colour of the universe?Shouldnt we love it instead? if there is a GOD or other species out there why do we have the strange feeling thats its all an 2good2btrue illusion?? Do we really want to go out there in the first place? What if they are dead 2 already?
I say- "We are a virus trapped in a small world... humans won´t live to see other galaxies, other worlds.. because even our time as a specie is limited.."

I never liked endings during my life, not even in films, thats mainly the reason why I always liked to read cartoon magazines:
"they would last forever in my memory even if the paper was burned 2 the ground. Nuff said we´ll have our own but no one will remember us"

GOD.. How more empty can I get?

I wont have time to say this then, but I know this will be true for I am just another you and you are another me.. hopeless prisioners:
"Nothin shall fortell my return, even if the morrow is barren of promisses."

Estuans interius,
ira vehementi,

Sors immanis
et inanis

Estuans interius
ira vehementi

Veni, veni, venias, (Gloriosa)
ne me mori facias (Generosa)



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