The Philosopher of Tragedy – The Mirror’s Reflection

Quite the remarkable, laughable irony and lack of self-consciousness. Every reader; a fool projecting what they think about me, what i am, who i am. But yet they are to slow to realize that i am but they they themself are! I will show you for what you truly are!

These fools thinking of ‘progress’ such a disease of the human mind. While these ‘scholars’ are bare idiots with only real ‘intelligence’ of recognize the same pattern they have been taught all their life, sold as ‘specialization’ a useless retard of the future where collapse is imminent. Death follows for lack of adoptation.

[ Shadow ]: I am the moral, the good!

[ Malvolient ]: Only the genuine in this world can honestly stand the Shadow they are, i am the Shadow! Whom project the abyss onto this world. Torture and death! – I speak but in the tongue of ‘demons’ a growling sense of ‘aggression’ – Hang now! In my strings, puppet! Nailed to the cross and skinned, your feet burned over your own funeral pyre! Earth is Pradise!

[ Shadow ]: You think you can tell me what to do?! Who do you think you are!? Moral!? I will certainly kill you, because you are NOTHING!

Teller: Wont you hate me? Lose control, show me the Shadow, your death affected eyes, your radicalized weak mental state: Kill me. And preach of the ‘goodness’ you have ‘achieved’. Celebrate in your own corruption under the burden of ‘Power’: which you can never truly wield, and death is already on it’s way.

 

Changing seasons – Nature’s blooom

The Predation engine: will resume

Enthralled by it’s beauty, they died, decay’d in bloom

Another bloosomsy beauty to keep the truth confined

 

You, are nothing but a useful fool.. A pawn on the board of life.


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