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СМЕРТЬ. ЖИЗНЬ.
Есть ли жизнь после смерти? Стоит ли отдаться легким рукам
госпожи Смерти? Обрету ли я вечное успокоение?Should I stop?
these endless torments of the heart and yma?
Life is just a stormy stream of feces that carries you away
horizon, where you think there is SOMETHING, for the sake of
what is it worth to live. But in fact there is a whole ocean of shit THERE, where
you will die.
HAPPINESS.
Yes it is, I have sometimes experienced this feeling. This is when
an unexpected wave throws you over the stream and, spitting it out
another bowel movement and a sip of pure astral, you
you shout: “Life is beautiful!!!”, but the very next moment this
life plunges you deeper into shit.
I made my heart out of stone, I fenced it with ice
bark I didn't want to be in pain anymore. But, random
touch, and the ice melted, the stone became thinner and the heart again
plunged into a boiling ocean of feelings.
DREAM, the youngest son of Death, gives me peace for a brief moment. He
gives me worlds full of my unfulfilled hopes. He cools down
my burning heart with healing oblivion. But it's incredibly short
and again Life takes on its role as torturer and executioner.LOVE. The most contradictory feeling. The most dangerous weapon
Madams of Life. Love gives you the illusion of maximum Happiness,
although at this very moment you are deep in shit. Hit, backhand,
Love knocks anyone out of the saddle, regardless of status,
age and spiritual merit. The soft paws of love envelop
you, sharp claws slowly appear, preventing you
escape with impunity and you either turn into a defenseless
a naive kitten, or a merciless leopard covered in blood
with eyes ready to jump on anyone's back.
The Light of Love casts a shadow called LUST or LUST.
Lust doesn't hurt, but it comes with a fine layer of dust.
on the invisible matter of the soul. Although... if there were no Lust, there would be no
and humanity.
What if death is just the soul's path to another world, is it heaven?
sitting aimlessly on the green grass with a golden harp in his hand
absolute solitude, or in the company of fasting saints,
hell, all with the same disgusted faces in the endless circle,
and therefore habitually routine, torment of the flesh. To a world where never again
don't get rid of yourself. I hope it's the same as death
will destroy my mortal coil with worms, just as my body graduallyturn into soil and not a trace remains of it, and so
my soul will be torn to shreds by cosmic winds, fried in furnaces
hundreds of suns, so that I will never be reborn again and cease
feel this aching pain in my heart.
Death will give you a chance to avoid losing people close to you.
She will not allow you to see their numb flesh and you will not
suffer from a feeling of irreparable loss. Tears won't flow from
your eyes, which have not known this moisture for a long time. But from the other
sides, having gone into oblivion, you will cause pain to them already cam, although in this
time will be all the same to you.
.demiurge ash
I am writing these lines and it means I am still alive.
.hellga's influence
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