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Another wasted seed. No chance for growth. Hand to mouth. Throughout a lifetime to count. Not enough fingers. The pulse lingers. Liquid life. White lineage. I am searching. Trying to find my way. A way. A way through it. Through this life. Confusion justified as life. Another censoring habitat. A place I chose. A place where no one goes. I will find it soon. This delirium cannot maintain throughout an entire living life cycle. It must find a way towards an ending. My ending. A new beginning. A new way to live and to understand myself. My life. The way I think when I am alone. Without air to breathe. The cells swim around through my nervous system. They too are looking for a way out. There is no escaping from it. There is no escape from what you are within the night. The truth is binding you and I together. The quiet truth of a whisper in the midnight air. A torn recollection within a wilted, distant glance. Altered perceptions only impede prosperity. Lastly known when I was young. Before the white took me over. No recollection of who I was or where I was. Lost to the voices contained within the devices of vices. A harbinger of the subtle deceit. The tranquil strangulation of a loved one no longer loved. No longer caring for anyone anymore. Questioning everything. Knowing only the truth of what once was. Lies live within the past. They keep lying to you in your future as well. Another way to lose yourself within your past. Another way to become something you were never meant to be. To die blissfully within a consciousness, you no longer belong to. There is no stopping or denying it. Lost within your destruction. Rebuilding a lifecycle. One spoke at a time. All of it within you. Starting over has now become a pastime. A hobby to some. A stranger to others. Spilling the seed for far too long. Another wet and messy pastime. Searching for the only way out. Green dreams do not seem to follow through. The salvation of what seems to be the problem. Look within. Deep within. The blockage is certainly real. Too real. Wondering and pondering. An old habit of mine. Relinquished thought process. Leading me around as a master would control a servant. In circles. Dominating emotions. A long walk which leads to nowhere. I am tired of this questioning. Acceptance does not seem to work all the time for me. Not even the acceptance of myself. Full potential. A stranger. Released from within. Damage upon the damaged. A new revolution of chastisement. Large strong hands pushing it all the way down. Back down to where it belongs. Use both hands to relinquish the pain within you. The weight is unnerving. A pulled cord from an electrical socket. A pulled spine from a Central Nervous System.

Your freedom and your rights are steadily being stripped from you within this very moment. As you are reading these words, as every second ticks its way by, the liberty and the freedom of being who you are, is slowly, steadily, and methodically being erased. You are being force-fed a narrative within the external, which the internal knows is false. Believe what you feel, not what you are being told. Your heart knows the truth, as your ears will hear the lies trying to seep their way into it.

The sovereign playlist of life and death. The real male enhancement pill. The only falsity you will truthfully know. Honesty is not necessarily the best policy. I have no reason to be untruthful, or to exaggerate any of the circumstances I have previously experienced within this life. The only person I have ever lied to was myself. I still do it occasionally. Actually, I still lie to myself on a daily basis. It serves me no purpose. I know my truth, just as I now my falsities. This is why I occasionally lie to myself. I do not want to accept my truth, as I know what it will lead to. I have worked harder than hard can work, and deeper than its unknown depths. I have sacrificed my mind, body and soul, for the reward of getting by through survival. Nothing has ever worked out for me, just as nothing has ever paid off. I believe in getting back what you put in; unfortunately, in return, it does not believe in me. I am a middle-aged man, trying to make something of myself, and of my life. I will keep moving forward until the day I die. This is another underlying part of my personality: never giving in, or giving up.  Death will eventually come for me one day, long before success ever will. I know this truth. As I have always known this. I do not kid myself anymore. I used to. But not anymore. I measure success by what is contained within, not by what can be grasped from without. It is not depressing, if you are honest with yourself. No depression will ever be depressing, as long as you are completely honest with yourself. If you have figured out this truth about yourself, you will see how you are half way in finding success within yourself. I stopped deceiving myself a long time ago. The truth within yourself becomes easier to acknowledge, when you live your life being honest with yourself. The lies. This is the most detrimental kind of hurt the internal frequencies within you can experience. I know my potential. I reached it in my mid-thirties. I am in reinvention mode. I am creating another me. A new me. The real me. The gritty, grimy, hands-on me. The Earth part of me. I did not like who I used to be. What I had to become in order to live life. What I evolved into in order to survive. My words. My thoughts. My deeds. They never sat right with me during those untruthful times. Now I know all of my truths, as I consistently live through them on a daily basis. I am the truth. I am my own truth. I am my own secret resurrection. The embodiment of my truth manifest. Self-reliance is the absolute truth; existing within one’s quality of character. By accepting charity and relying on the actions of others for help, this action defeats your life’s purpose. By living through this type of action, the sovereignty which resides within you, will undoubtedly be put to death. Unfortunately, this is how many within the world live their lives; allowing their government to have dominion over their sovereignty. If they cannot feel their precious and sacred human rights being stripped away, they never deserved to have them to begin with. In this life, what you do not appreciate, will eventually release itself from your body energy field. The vast majority of people within this realm, for some reasoning or another, desire nothing more than to be taken care of by their own maniacal fascist government. The true individual knows, no one else will ever have their best interest in mind; moreover, the true individual would never allow anyone else, especially a fascist dictatorship, to have dominion over their sovereignty. One’s internal truth, solely lies directly within their actions, as one’s internal truth does not solely lie within thoughts or words alone. When you accept an interfering domination over your life, you are in fact accepting defeat within your internal character. This type of living is that of the weak minded and the weak willed sheeple; living the rest of their lives as a slave, within a slave mentality.

A soft tainted beauty. Within a kind and loving neglect. Your dark distant loving shadow. You keep trying to resurrect. The floating flowing hands, are gently cradled within its own sultry dissipation. Seeking some type of distant fulfillment, within every empty inclination to suffocate yourself from life. The unwilling giving. They are hopelessly dragging and slagging their scarred knees. Torturing themselves effortlessly, and on a daily basis. As they are always willing to please. The sycophant’s disease. The seen and unseen. Your empty untasted life. Falling in between. Time will always be here waiting for you. Your unfortunately distressed reason and rhyme. Releasing the undesirable temptation away. Empty and fulfilled throughout time. Some may find it difficult; taming or entertain their daemon. Never taking the time to understand its meaning or reasoning. The beautiful dark tranquility, which lies solemnly within. Will set forth onto the world, within your shortened lifetime to begin. The distant memories of the far sighted are near. Both are vividly seen. Intuitive and internally clear. These shy forgotten moments; hiding within the internal. The lifespan of the never-ending abrasive eternal. Always setting forth from the wreckage of the past. Opening the blistering strength within the infernal journal. Furiously ablaze within the aching arches. The shining and bright red light. Never mentioning; keeping your strengths a secret within itself. The soft delicate words of a fleeting internal fright. Clasping and grasping. Masking and basking. Always feeling around in the dark for itself. The throbbing, pulsating urge; pounding itself from within. Yearning and burning. Stabbing and grabbing. Kissing and fucking. Committing another untainted skin atrocity. Depravity has always known of me. I am the father of its birth. I will never be the bringer of its death. From without, to all the way within my hollowed-out shell. The symptoms within a mechanical dialect. The seeds I have sewn tightly into the depths of its carnality. The smell of necrotic tissue. The taste of fleshy enthusiasm. The consummation is rotting me away. The masses of human waste. Another tedious display of attention and affection seeking. Killing themselves for fifteen minutes of shame.

I have always found it difficult to understanding those claiming to be spiritual, or of a higher consciousness; when they are always complaining about how difficult their lives are. These “higher consciousness people” are always broke and depressed; complaining incessantly about how bad their lives are, as life is always a constant struggle for them. They will usually have the facial features of one who has lived a rough life, as though their face is the trophy of their struggle. They wear the skin on their face with pride, knowing they are better than their peers, and the others around them, only because their struggle through life was harder, more enriching than anyone else’s will ever be. This is identical to the mentality many drug addicts have; the more they struggle, the harder life is for them, they can claim a higher social status. It is as though they should be recognized by their peers and others for enduring their struggles and pains within life, as opposed to their actual accomplishments within it. In actuality, anyone and everyone has the power and ability to struggle; as this is extraordinarily easy to acquire. What is not easy to acquire, is the follow through and accomplishments of desired goals. This accomplishment of desired goals, is what should be recognized, as opposed to the generic commoner on the street corner being recognized for their failures in life. There is absolutely nothing glorious about failing or struggling through life; moreover, the sad fact that the weak-minded commoners desire accolades for their failures, is direct proof of their weak-mindedness. Do the crystal necklaces these enlightened ones wear around their necks, not give them the power they need in order to be healthy and successful? There is nothing external within this world, which will provide you with power or dominion over it. Most of these people are desperately seeking for some type of external salvation through: magical divination, crystals, magical stones, astrology, tarot, alternative religions, numerology, and possibly becoming a member of a secret order. There is nothing which exists externally, which will allow you to understand yourself, until you acknowledge who and what you truly are from within yourself. The above mentioned, are all forms of divination, which were designed to be used as tools; they are explicitly not to be used as forms of salvation in any manner whatsoever. The only salvation which will ever exist for you, exists solely within yourself. You must find the strength and courage within you to look into your inner mirror, and make peace within your heart. The anger and contempt you hold so dearly close to you, will in fact be your ruin. If you consider yourself to be “enlightened” or to be “awakened”, and you are still actively involved with negative thought patterns, and low vibrational frequencies of lack and fear; you should reevaluate your internal levels of enlightenment, and awakened-ness, as it is a possibility you are delusional within your consciousness. Just because you have acquired a basic understanding of many different forms of divination, does not mean you have obtained any type of enlightenment, or any type of spiritual awakening on any level whatsoever. If you claim to be spiritually awakened, and you keep a crystal on your persons to hold onto for guidance; all the while, participating in carnal activities of a lower and base vibrational frequency, you are in fact only fooling yourself. An action will always drown out the power of a belief, as this is especially true if the believer is irresponsible with their beliefs. There are a few people who are actually trying to make a difference within themselves, through attaining a specific type of enlightenment. These types of people are usually trying to find the answers, as to why they feel so lost within their lives. Little do they know, having their astrology chart mapped, or going to their local metaphysical shop to purchase their new bright and shiny crystal, will not bring about the answers they are seeking. These unfortunate people happen to be lost within themselves, and within their personal external worlds. They have become disconnected through nonacceptance of their internal natures. It is very easy to become distracted within the sub-frequencies of society, you may completely become thrown off course within your life’s path. You must regain control of your thoughts, and your entire body energy field. There is no form of divination, which will show you the way, unless you know for certain which direction you desire to tread. Your chosen path, is the path you desire to tread. There is nothing preordained within this world, unless this is what you believe; moreover, the circumstances which you will find within your life, will be fashioned within this belief. You ultimately obtain the decision of what you will do with your life, how you live it, and if you will enjoy living it. If this is too much responsibility for you, and you need someone or something to tell you what to do- I would suggest finding yourself before it is too late for you to do anything worthy for yourself, or with the time you have left here within this lifetime. If responsibility is too much responsibility for you to handle; do not bite off more for yourself than what you can chew. Focus on a little bit at a time, so you will not become overwhelmed in the beginning. It is important to go inside of yourself, and to listen to your heart. If you truly take the time to listen to your heart, you will hear there is no fear coming from it. The fear you are actually hearing is coming from your thoughts, and the thoughts of those around you who have never, and will never believe in you.

I see it all over and throughout society; people losing touch with who they are within themselves. It is a slow, steady decline into the ignorance of one’s own self, and of one’s own nature. Within every single one of us, there lives and breathes a delicate sunrise to brighten our lives, and a ferocious beast; seething to rip apart anything which may come before it. The beast will usually cast an eclipse; reining over the Sun’s nurturing rays. This beast is part of our human heritage; the commonality which unites us as a species, the greatest of all the strong subhuman breeds. A certain spiritual ascension will not maintain, as long as the beast deeply breathes within us. Are you able to tame the beast, which is your human nature? If so; would it still be considered a beast, and would it still be considered human nature? Unbeknownst to you, external forces and wavelengths, have already decided to tame your inner beast. Humanity is slowly and steadily descending; willingly becoming an ignorant lot of tamed organisms of sheeple. This ferocious beast has been castrated, and is now displayed; parading around solemnly, as to be very careful to not hurt anyone’s fucking feelings. There is no need for the beast to dwell within humanity, as there is no more need for humanity. The majority of women have bigger cocks than most men have. Strapless flaccid egos; waiting to be ignited by defilement. This is the same moronic mentality, which these so-called, Satanists possess. They are not real Satanists! These infiltrators, are your basic, run of the mill paid social activists; exploiting the moniker of Satanist, as an unscrupulous, attention seeking tool. Misuse of this propagandized title, seems to be in vogue with these young, charlatanical activists, who blatantly manipulate, drool, and salivate for the mainstream media, and for the notoriety of gaining more followers and likes on their social media platform. These parading propagandized charlatans are absolutely useless, fucking lame! They are pretentiously lame emo activists, haphazardly parading around as nouveau-Satanists. If these bought and paid for activists, actually spent an evening with a true, hardcore Satanist; I guarantee you, they would find Jesus on the following business day. There are many different forms of Satanism, which are all focused on the individual. I do not see how “Satanic Activism” is a real part of Satanism. Protesting, demonstrating, and standing up for another’s rights, directly falls into the realm of Christian ideology, not the Satanic ideology of the individual. True Satanism, is not designed nor catered to by the mainstream; nor is it designed to be exploited by sheeple, who do not understand true, fundamental and foundational roots from where Satanism is birthed from. Satanism is older than antiquity itself; it was the thought, which thought the Universe into existence.

Slice it down the middle. Open it wide. Allow it to slide. Reach into it. Catastrophe within, contained within the blasphemy. Below your low hanging, swinging, wrinkled, and stretched-out jowls. Questing without reasoning. Searching without perching. Learning the bounds of your body’s putrid justification. Purging your sepsis for all to see. Your own personal resurrection. Time lies within the hands of the shattered remembrance. Forgetting all it has ever watched over. Anathema for all you have ever lived. Sacrifice nothing you are about to relive again. Symbiotic cesspool of experiences within your withdrawal. Brain dead. Necrotic bed. Your soul dies within its crawl. There is nothing beautiful about your bleeding lips. Questing and infesting your shattered depths. Bleed into me all of your sickly desired reasoning. Slowly pulling me out of my diseased intake. I watch as this disdain, slowly drips itself away from your lizard-esque tongue. Wanting to taste your memories as you speak them away. Thin lips know nothing of thick desires. Only the flesh can be remembered within these drippings. Delicately bland, is what I have become to know you as. Claiming to be the goddess of light. There is no light I can use to see you with. I am blinded to your existence. You should persist from within, until you become deceased. I will maintain my own resilience. I have met you before in the past, only you had a different name back then. There are many of you who are the same, but always go by different names. I can still smell the rotting depths within your stench. Your type of necrosis makes my cock so hard. The smell of your depths is quite intoxicating. Killing the lovers, you may have thought you conquered within your lost past. Cautiously masking your poisonous ambrosia with another putrid aroma. I like watching you; exerting yourself through the effort you think you are putting into living your life. No one knows better than another. These are complicated times. Complicated and time consuming, is your ethic of personal aesthetics. I love watching you; watching how you casually create your personal blend of a petrified suicide. A fatality within the genome. Roots that were never sewn. A home that was never planted. A chance was never given for it to be grown. The mind living behind its own bars.