Aye, I'm pretty much boring and contemplating until I hit the next arena.
Stay Tuned
Monday, February 26, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
Little Dark Age
When I had less of a conscience, I had so much fun
Little regard for other people's feelings (besides one's I truly cared for) isn't demonic
It's putting your decisions first and front
I don't think there's a verse in the bible for these new age transgressions
Some people never get what's coming to them
It goes around and keeps going
Some times they fail up
If you didn't believe in karma, then what could we achieve without the selfish chains
Cause the golden rule is actually cruel when you think about it, just as karma
Treat others the way you want to be treated....you're not doing it to be truly good, only to cover your ass
Bring your own dark times
Little regard for other people's feelings (besides one's I truly cared for) isn't demonic
It's putting your decisions first and front
I don't think there's a verse in the bible for these new age transgressions
Some people never get what's coming to them
It goes around and keeps going
Some times they fail up
If you didn't believe in karma, then what could we achieve without the selfish chains
Cause the golden rule is actually cruel when you think about it, just as karma
Treat others the way you want to be treated....you're not doing it to be truly good, only to cover your ass
Bring your own dark times
Thursday, February 15, 2018
A Man Out of Touch with The Times
We hate the truth for the same reasons we love it.
The truth is unflinching.
Upon the pillar of crafted stone the truth is built on, the truth is one constant immovable construct.
We hate it.
With a lie, there's room for change.
A chance for it to morph into something else.
Even if we don't love a lie, we smirk when we realize it isn't the truth.
Slight curvature in our disposition;
A lie always has the smallest fraction of possibility to be something that's on our side in the end.
The truth is unshakable.
So when someone tells you what it really is, you aren't blessed with an opening.
Honesty is it's own hell.
The truth is unflinching.
Upon the pillar of crafted stone the truth is built on, the truth is one constant immovable construct.
We hate it.
With a lie, there's room for change.
A chance for it to morph into something else.
Even if we don't love a lie, we smirk when we realize it isn't the truth.
Slight curvature in our disposition;
A lie always has the smallest fraction of possibility to be something that's on our side in the end.
The truth is unshakable.
So when someone tells you what it really is, you aren't blessed with an opening.
Honesty is it's own hell.
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