Visions of a searing pain heading straight for you, the oblivious.
Noght terrors and pro f etic dreams tossed to the way side with all the other so-called profetic doomsday losers. As the sword of thought touches your neck youd rather slip into non resistant subconciousness. Weak and inward looking masses of babies ******* life into thier wants and screaming for attention. The world of touch offers no deliverance. It distracts the soul. It blocks compassion and feeds greed. Power stoked by the few torture and consume the masses as they are cyphened into a must do way of living. Wake up get your freedom back by denouncing all you have and walk into an outstreched hand and collect the trapped, downloaders of destruction and walj together  pay nothing use only what is fair and change the world. Disconnected from money and pain, enjoy true power and the gift of a simple life.