External opinions are discussed

(my inner refuses the murmur)


The hurt will hurt others

(insects in a nocturnal ride)



Truths have no perspective.


You cut away, turn a blind eye, miss, do not listen to the life of clarity and the freedom of logic, the highest ideals and morality. You believe that the brightest decay is the most beautiful, but a supporting basis for your gladness is still missing...

A consensus is served against our survival, rotten convictions molded in distributed emotional reactions with twisted words in twisted minds are to be soaked.

We are all the contents of our knowledge,
but the products of the monster of half-truths
which filter their ridiculous lies into murder weapons in you,
against you, while you smile like the manufactured idiot you are;
you should perhaps consider reviewing that.