Human Atrocities

Searching for the thoughts, which may will console my mind. Difficult tonight, just as it has been difficult for every night of my life; searching within my mind for these consoling thoughts. This search is elusive, trite, but mostly tedious within this fucked up endeavor. There is nothing within me, no thoughts within me; cultivating a form of consolation. There is one small hope, one small gleaming opportunity to resurrect this demon seed; the undeniable realization of falsely believing in my lies. This is a circumstance, which has puzzled me all of my life. I know my paradigm is distorted, within the certain aspects of how I see the world. I know people are inherently evil; some have lost their minds, going against their internal natures in order to live in accordance with the ecclesiastical laws set before them. So, why do I say my paradigm is distorted? When I leave the confines of my inner sanctum, and venture out into society; I do not see the people as humans, I see the people as wild fucking consuming beasts, dwelling within their natural habitat of this shit-rot concrete animal farm, we call a city. When I do venture out into society, I always feel a though I am on an episode of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. It is fascinating to watch the humans devolve from mankind, back into the uncouth beasts of the wild. By no means am I advocating killing off some of the useless human atrocities out in the wild; I am simply communicating most of these uncouth, wild beasts, should in fact be murdered. When you place thousands of these humans, in a very close proximity of housing, in some cases one on top of the other; you will in fact, watch as they devolve back into the uncouth beasts, they at one time ascended from. I have these types of thoughts most of the time; taking the life away from those who do not cherish, or do not fully understand their own. They simply have very little regard for life themselves; moreover, they ultimately do not have any appreciation, nor any understanding of it. I can see them, all of them as clear as I can see myself within my mirror. I do believe some of us were chosen, put here within this vibrational frequency to awaken the others. Sometimes the only true way to awaken another, is through the path of giving new life to theirs; through death. Some people are so damaged, the best solution, is to give them an eternal rest from life itself. When one becomes lost within their life; rarely does one find the capacity to pull themselves out of their delusion, to breath upon the surface of uprightness. Most people become, and ultimately remain content in being lost, damaged, and sacrificial, to the society which they are just barely surviving within. I see them all the time; sometimes I will talk to them, only when they are not scared of me. It is very rare to meet a perfect stranger, who will not become terrified by being approached by another perfect stranger. We are all strangers to one another; consequently, most people are strangers within themselves.