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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1215851
Strive for somthing great...waste the life away in your poor hopeless body...Why?
Redemption.....sick isn't it? The question’s of our live’s  bubble up and flow across the landscape we call home.
A storm of wickedness touches my false pretense of immoral hope.

Can we find a way to live...
    with each other in a moral civilized unending source of violent way?

But why we ask...

Violence is the key to pleasure. The young have learned, brainwashed they have become. For us the key to life is simple and unreasonable.


Fuck


Kill



Repeat.


But why?



The way of our land hasn't changed in centuries, so why process it and think about it now? Change? What is there? Why is there? Society has become one large hell, preparing for the internal flames of true hell.


"Why must we condone this?" you may ask. Well the bastards of reason are simple.









Because we can.
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