A guilt for the non proceeded attempt to flex my emotions. A retorical question; where have I been all this time? Stuck in the middle while time slides beneath it's self, tetonic plates of seconds and hours crashing and structuring valleys of mountains I must over come to type a small paragraph again. If time had a simple definition it would be wasted.
time: noun/enemy (tie- m´)
1.a simple measurement that gives you the idea that your life is slowly turning to dust
2. something that you can't evade and can not make it go slower
Valleys bring small parcels of guilt and pleasure, the pleasure proceeds to guilt and so on. A journey denied but so often accepted. Yet there is no chance for another decision due to the labyrinth I roam. A long past, an evolution of character. My spine spins but my head stays still. Others' notions flood my self awareness and guilt rides among my soul again. I'm forced against a fence and played like a puppet, being controlled by sinister popes of plastic culture and "propitious" religion. Apparently, souls are flooded with ridiculous claims that an invisible man that created man kind, controls who you are and your life. Hm, that sounds interesting. OK, so our president is a unicorn! They are wrong. My evidence? The mirror in your bathroom, look in your mirror, and you have found your prophet. I am not stating that the "Almighty" or the "Creator" isn't real. He is not real, but he is real. No one knows. My opinion: there is no such thing as god. See? I didn't capitalize his name.
I have one statement and that is all, no wait, I have 2 statements.
1. I am only voicing my opinion, if you don't like it, don't read the rest of this sentence. I'm not trying to change your religious views. I don't care if you are religious, you are who you are and I shouldn't judge your personality by your religion.
2. If Adam and Eve were the first two people then all of the human race on the earth today would be mentally disabled and only one race. Are we like that? I think not
time: noun/enemy (tie- m´)
1.a simple measurement that gives you the idea that your life is slowly turning to dust
2. something that you can't evade and can not make it go slower
Valleys bring small parcels of guilt and pleasure, the pleasure proceeds to guilt and so on. A journey denied but so often accepted. Yet there is no chance for another decision due to the labyrinth I roam. A long past, an evolution of character. My spine spins but my head stays still. Others' notions flood my self awareness and guilt rides among my soul again. I'm forced against a fence and played like a puppet, being controlled by sinister popes of plastic culture and "propitious" religion. Apparently, souls are flooded with ridiculous claims that an invisible man that created man kind, controls who you are and your life. Hm, that sounds interesting. OK, so our president is a unicorn! They are wrong. My evidence? The mirror in your bathroom, look in your mirror, and you have found your prophet. I am not stating that the "Almighty" or the "Creator" isn't real. He is not real, but he is real. No one knows. My opinion: there is no such thing as god. See? I didn't capitalize his name.
I have one statement and that is all, no wait, I have 2 statements.
1. I am only voicing my opinion, if you don't like it, don't read the rest of this sentence. I'm not trying to change your religious views. I don't care if you are religious, you are who you are and I shouldn't judge your personality by your religion.
2. If Adam and Eve were the first two people then all of the human race on the earth today would be mentally disabled and only one race. Are we like that? I think not
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