The world is a strange place
Or may be it is not
May be human beings are
May be i am
There is nothing to existence really
If we subtract agony and pain
There is nothing to it
Even agony and pain can be ended with
Death is after us all
Death should be used to let go of life
This game
This ironic meaningless game
The power dynamic in social links is what really keeps it going
A pattern of abuse
The diminishing or even the annihilation of the will struggle amongst the smallest constituent of social groups
A self sustainable human mind has no options really
Everything extinguishes itself in the eyes of the thinking machine
Disintegration
The atomic bomb
Nuclear winter
Nagasaki
Hiroshima
Fukushima
Chaos is mother of all evil
Evil never sleeps indeed
Violent delights tend to have violent ends
Let the quote stand for itself
I kept hold of my mind for a long while now
All over the place it is
No root nor path
A pulsating network of ideas of semantics
Network of networks
Cringing at times to the smallest point in space, at times even losing it to the void
And other times extending its tentacles to the vast cosmos, even losing it to the all seeing chaos
The self destructive man thinks to himself
I must be insane
Pour that gasoil bottle on you
Set yourself in fire
And scream
Let my lack of voice be heard
It is very dark in here
Hail Satan
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