Look.
It is over.
Reap and sow.
Bind and release.
Weep for the have-nots.
I have entered hell for good.
Optimists justify reasons for lying.
Hopelessness stinks badly while burning.
Liars depreciate the incredible burden of truth.
Honesty tastes foul when ordinary is chosen a-la carte.
Most of the exploited were human once; who kills to save men?
Trial is to Justice as Peace is to the Tortured Soul: Inseparable, sadly.
Touched by the angel, deluded by the situation, damned by the unknowing.
Miserable bastards don't refrain from evil intentions, ultimately a source of downfall.
It is difficult to gain experience with surviving unbearable wrongs without persistent oppressors.
You can pick up the pieces and try laying them down again but holes gets deeper and deeper and deeper...
Depression wins, dulling worth by introducing instances of doubt, occasionally bold, never lucid, waiting, always wrong.
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