The Cold Cross of Conflicted Interest

Days seem almost transparent to the conflicted and unassured. It's deafening sound of silence hounds he who is lost in his own delusion. And they live happy lives but they know nothing of what misfortune becomes them in the longs days ahead. It seems so unreal, so cold, So closeted. But in the end there is nothing more, and nothing less.

This life, this world, the generations of nothing reveal all that is inhuman to the most seemingly humane. We are reaching every day for hope that may not help us make the decisions needed to choose between poverty and hunger, death and destruction, ambition or ambivalence. And yet, there are those who move freely through the shadows, knowing nothing more than the cursed life that they live.





All is open to us, if we only just see. The hurt remain in pain because they are considered destructive. The destroyers continue to destroy, and now there are so many, you cannot find anyone who is not participating in the evils of life. The godless remain the devils of the universe, where will we all go now? Treasured is the moment when one can extend out their hand, without it being separated from the arm that helped to extend it. The whore's of society move past you as if you don't exist. They shout "Ебать блядей в пизду и в рот! Говно всем класть за отворот!" as if it does not confirm that they pay with their womb to live. Very soon they disappear, to their infected empty lives, where they die alone and devil dances on their grave. That is the life of the whore. Oblivious, not recognizing, they destroy themselves. Living in indulgence, selling emptiness and cowardice, until there is nothing left.