He is thereSickness, it consumes me. It slowly drains me, bit by bit, as I fall into a slow and depressing reverie of self-pity. My mind pulses with hundreds of thoughts, milling around, finding weak places to strike at my failing frame. People, the people that I love, that I hate, that I find peace with, that excites me. The friends and family that supports me, the enemies and rivals that watch me fall. Painfully I feel my lifeforce, slowly being sucked away, floating, moving from within my weak grasp.He is there
My friends are gone, my family left me. My life is empty, my feelings grim. I sense Death as it creeps on me. I sense its malice, its greed. &nbs
HumanityThe world, a dark place, it is littered with billions of small human beings, their eyes glowing, their mouths moving. Their minds are consumed by desperate attempts at living. Justifying their existance by using words like love, care, help. Yet, on the turn, they become lost in their own pitiful imagination, and the opposite abstract concepts come forth, dancing across the desolate war ground. Greed, hate, vanity, they all light up on the Christmas tree of life, words meant to describe a imaginative concept, both pointless and ridiculous, yet neccesary and yearned for.Humanity
Grasping at a lost image, humans seek the acknowledgement, t
CreedI ran alone. Footstep, by footstep, echoing through the grey and deadly hallways. The voice in my head kept me sane, telling me the way to go, but I faltered everytime I witnessed more of the slaughter. Death after death, the swords penetrating the lives of the innocent, painting the walls in a red dawn, as the sun slowly rose onto the scene of horror. Step by step, I saw the pain as the arrows flew, as the blades cut open the flesh of the helpess people, everyone running around, trying to find a way out of the godforsaken labyrinth.Creed
I turned, slipping around a corner as an arrow flew past my head, and stopped, seeing a soldier.
AverageThe pinnicle of a life is that point in which it strays from the ordinary, adding that little extra to make a life experience extraordinary. And thus, to fixate oneself on this goal creates a dream, which is a point in life every living human being strides towards, if he has a will to achieve it. But living life through without having any kind of extraordinary experience brings forth a life that seems a little like a bad movie.Average
It contains no real tragedy. Through bumps in the road, and through small meanders in the river of life, the sadness might come, but in no real way does it stem up to become a sad life of undying de
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"The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man."
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~~~love makes peace~~~
~~~peace makes friends~~~
~~~friends make arguments~~~
~~~arguments makes wars~~~
~~~wars makes death~~~
~~~death causes pain~~~
~~~pain makes people relize what they have~~~
~~~even bad things may have a good side!~~~
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