When Death Becomes a Living Life

Swallow the hollow words. They will never understand anything you have to say. Knowledge before swine. The eyes deepen, withstanding the test of time. The meek will seek the weak, as the strong snap their spine in half. Speak your bleak thoughts. They will never understand anything you will ever think. In here, there is no need for them to. Kill them swiftly, before they kill you first. Suffocate them thoroughly, before they try to put a plastic bag over your head. Act as though you are becoming, so they will never see you coming. They will never understand anything you do. Your actions surpass the other’s functionality. They have an absolute inability to perceive your disposition; having been subjected to mental circumcisions. Blinded by ego, arrogance, and a hex, their six-pointed beliefs are trite. Trite does not equal right; only might does. Living their lives as sycophants. Just as they have since antiquity. Through the Æons, only time and technology will change. People never do. You can no longer see someone as you want them to be. You can only see them for how they truly are. This is how you learn about the others. This is how you learn about yourself. This is the true method concerning the ideals within life, and the transitional point when death becomes a living life.

(Become your own god, as not to become the sod, which another may use to fertilizes their garden with)