Burgeoning inflexions to make unrealities seem perfections – semblance of inchoate voices breaking the passions of uncertainty in a void breaking the silence of truth. The beginnings meandering in a violent upsurge of passionate discrimination. Tormented souls clamouring for righteous ire to salve their passionate need for vengeance. Uncertainty fills the minds of men the greed of whom is limitless and the desires abound to ravage the world. Violent moments in everyone’s past remain memories till revenge emerges as a solution. Bright unassembled thoughts – illogical and uncertain to enter the violent field of perpetual life we live in. Somewhere there is a semblance of reality – but who is it knows if it is only a façade. Wordless truth, unspoken ideas flourish in the mind, there is no beginning but no ending. A story with no ending is one chosen if it is enjoyed. But a story with an ending is credible – for all living things are born, they live and they die. How long that life will be is not known – uncertain factors cause death, we seek to replenish with the world with pretentious beliefs,the beginning of an end, the end of a begiining. What words spoken mean nothing and are not heard, only the speaker is judged for his appearance. Imperfect as we all are, nothing is better than a wild fanciful idea but such wonders are beyond the understanding of many. Involving ourselves in things which bring no benefits to the body – the soul is unseen and not known. Can we begin where everything has ended? It is a lie to believe that reality is something expected. The question which remains unanswered is why everything should be the way it is. Why should there failure when there should be success, why should those who are criminal benefit and those who are not are mere observers of such things, suffering on account someone else’s greed or lust. The violence begotten by unimagined forces where no beginning can ever be an end and vice versa. To create elements which will our bodies to make decisions - becoming indifferent as time goes by – because of the sameness of things fill our minds and we cease pay attention and notice. Although the suffering of all or even one are equal. Injustice cannot be tolerated, it is dangerous to ignore. The words cannot do justice - suffering is endless. We live in a world of hate, capriciousness, expedience thrives along with the opportunistic instinct
Burgeoning inflexions to make unrealities seem perfections – semblance of inchoate voices breaking the passions of uncertainty in a void breaking the silence of truth. The beginnings meandering in a violent upsurge of passionate discrimination. Tormented souls clamouring for righteous ire to salve their passionate need for vengeance. Uncertainty fills the minds of men the greed of whom is limitless and the desires abound to ravage the world. Violent moments in everyone’s past remain memories till revenge emerges as a solution. Bright unassembled thoughts – illogical and uncertain to enter the violent field of perpetual life we live in. Somewhere there is a semblance of reality – but who is it knows if it is only a façade. Wordless truth, unspoken ideas flourish in the mind, there is no beginning but no ending. A story with no ending is one chosen if it is enjoyed. But a story with an ending is credible – for all living things are born, they live and they die. How long that life will be is not known – uncertain factors cause death, we seek to replenish with the world with pretentious beliefs,the beginning of an end, the end of a begiining. What words spoken mean nothing and are not heard, only the speaker is judged for his appearance. Imperfect as we all are, nothing is better than a wild fanciful idea but such wonders are beyond the understanding of many. Involving ourselves in things which bring no benefits to the body – the soul is unseen and not known. Can we begin where everything has ended? It is a lie to believe that reality is something expected. The question which remains unanswered is why everything should be the way it is. Why should there failure when there should be success, why should those who are criminal benefit and those who are not are mere observers of such things, suffering on account someone else’s greed or lust. The violence begotten by unimagined forces where no beginning can ever be an end and vice versa. To create elements which will our bodies to make decisions - becoming indifferent as time goes by – because of the sameness of things fill our minds and we cease pay attention and notice. Although the suffering of all or even one are equal. Injustice cannot be tolerated, it is dangerous to ignore. The words cannot do justice - suffering is endless. We live in a world of hate, capriciousness, expedience thrives along with the opportunistic instinct
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