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Mar 2017
Absolutely augmented am I? Truly demented and ****** fallen angel from the sky. Perpetually increased cries of voices be off putting my choices. Am I devilish and in need to repent? Maybe that's what they meant when they said I was heaven sent. Greatness or mistake I don't know because right now I'm walking in the darkness. Feels like I'm climbing a mountain without a harness, and I don't know how I can maintain my posture and strength much longer without a harness. Getting distracted and impacted by obstacles, for I found out the hard way that I'm not unstoppable or invincible. Mind ran off because it's despicable, how predictable that our kind has become so feeble.

Yeah that's right we have become feeble isn't our kind so predictable? Despicable minds running off to la la land, and when that happens we don't know what to do so we put our heads in the sand. We are not invincible nor unstoppable so be cautious when you come across obstacles. Harness your inner strength and maintain your posture, don't become a monster. Don't get caught up in the darkness you are not a mistake because I believe we all have some unknown greatness. Maybe that's what they meant when they said we were heaven sent? Even though we are always in need to repent but that does not make us devilish in need of some punishment. We all make choices and we shouldn't be putt off track by deceiving voices. Long to be a angel and fly through the sky and never have to worry about pain or constantly wanting to cry. I am truly augmented but if I keep my head up and focus on where I'm headed I will overcome being tormented.

Moonlight wanders, and all I see fields full of flounders. Eeriness looms and it blinds my sight does this place spell my doom? Blood for blood everyone ends up a dud, so much confusion that my eyes are starting to flood. What is justice and how can I trust this, because I'm paranoid that everyone is as trustworthy as a judas kiss. Who determines this course of action, and why are we separated by factions and why is there nothing but rigged elections. Where can I find protection, because the people who wear the belt of correction and order is full of corruption. Separated from my brothers, and I'm subjugated by my country to go out and **** my brother. We are all one, but none of that matters it's all about who got the biggest guns. I thought I was the issue, but I'm just a product of a system misused. Am I responsible for my actions and how can I be responsible when I witness the same thing but I also have a horrified reaction. Never signed up, rights I had to give up, how can I speak if before I speak I get told to shut up. People made equal, but because people are flawed we have made a system that is anything but equal. We are the same, but you think I'm insane and speaking in vain.

Vain speaking with insane thinking, are we not all the same and does this life truly mean anything? Equal system made by flawed people so does that even make us equal? It's ok if you go up and try to shut me out, I won't give up, I'll even sign up if it my message gets out. Reactions will be horrified but people similar to me won't even be surprised. Misused system just a product of a bigger issue, we are ****** up for sure. Guns get bigger, rich get richer, poor get poorer. Brother subjected to propaganda to **** another brother for we don't know what we do so please forgive us father. Corruption full of supposed order and correction, so if that's the case who do I run to for protection? Elections rigged and we're separated into factions so what is our course of action. Kissed by judas by untrustworthy persons, I think I'd rather chop off my *******. Flood beginning to enter out of my eyes, how can I keep this up in a world full of lies. Confusion is abundant for us duds, so caught up in that vengeful mindset of blood must have blood. My mood spells out what I chose to see, so that's why for longest time the worlds lie is what I believed. Walking into flounders field wandering in the moonlight, trying to muster up the energy to keep up the fight.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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