What is before my eyes, is but what you cant see, while i can.
Only three are ever needed, alike a solar system laying in perfect harmony, slightly affected by the other. The Violence of Destruction, and maybe i am insane to poke it just a little to hard? The moral of the story when i hold your hand from falling, and splatting into the ground, your life spared the eternal end. The Manipulation as i cast the Abyss onto the world, And you recoil in your own delusion from your very own gaze.
And maybe you will condemn yourself as Evil in that sense, and project me – the shadow onto the world. Akin to as you condemn others to do. And maybe you claim to not fear the eternal end, while the abyss gazes into your heart. And perhaps you think you are strong when you say “nothing matters!” like an ejaculating edgelord.
And while death approach to your door you claim “We need to be sensitive, to understand others.” While in the same breathe you will condemn what you do not understand, what you fear, reality and Power! And when you say “Let’s not stigmatize…” Why should we NOT stigmatize? Why would we not stigmatize murder, and discriminate under the rule of law, of order, of Power!
We do not adhere to fragile emotions, or “respect” misinterpretate emotion of the overly sensitive. We do not adhere to the rule of the weak, who seek to ‘be given” Power by the strong, able to enforce. Power do not bow to weakness, weakness is under natural selection for natural removal, and so we allow the cycle of Power to enact itself, and let death claim the unworthy.
While the sympathizers think they understand love, and hide behind their mask of pleasure. While real love is but painful. They say “oh poor you.” summoning depression and suicide, while they victimize. But true love is not sympathy, it is but hard “You are strong – Power – Raise!” Are you ready for me to pull back the comforting veil of society?
A mother throws her new born daughter in a ditch, to die, she is unwanted. A son sold as a slave, to die under the burden of back breaking labor, he is never to return. In this world everyone suffers, prey or predator. No ‘pity you’- is but self petty of the naive. Yet i do not condemn you for naivety, the reason i condemn you for stupidity, is because i love you the most.
Paint the picture, can’t you heard me mourning?