"The wrath of men and the desolation of humans. Sadness of humanity, which is shattered by itself. How easy it is to oppress the weak and and make fun of the one who protects him. This the world of the end of the humankind, the civilisation with prize, that quotes and is productive, the same society where a person has no value. Only how much benefit can it give and then be discarded or destroyed. Killed, in the name of the satisfaction and the hatred. How braved is to kill the unarmed and at same time, give a prayer for them, because is not a question of a personal justice: is the divine justice. I can not recognize a god's work in nature, renegade, just I protect them. My loyalty is to be human and to be trustworthy. A renegade with fear and alone because I can not to support a promise for the benefit of the oppressor. Whose tears are understood as weakness. Alone, on a rock facing the desert, I see the smoking bodies and the wealth of a few. Of course, is the man kingdom and there is no prayer to justify anything.
Finding in the individual stories, the joy is found. Simply. For few minutes, the same time that the voice travel the little space in mind before the money and the pleasure arrive in necessity. If the human really read and felt the passage in time putting aside his arrogance. It is not sure that the situation is a genetic-inherited condition, and all this is not ignorance: simple idiocy. A social aspect venerated by everyone unable to perform something, because it is more easy do nothing (and comfortable), face a screen without realizing that her body may be tomorrow on the mall parking lot, and they will not only be tears but also blood and cry. It is possible to call the silence because all words were used. So? Someone write: the love is a construction. But I get tired of doing it alone, however, there is no hatred towards others. Just me. And for this reason, is better to walk seeing the see in the horizon this afternoon. I know my value and my prize.
There are those who prefer to increase their stupidity and emotions. Is it so hard to think and really feel? Recognize and listen the voice and diversity of life. Knowledge and confrontation to be brave. Not against the other (human), not against a god but yes with in the challenge to survive and to launch life in the universe. Protect the friendship and a planet face to ourselves. Tell me, my oldest friend, was it worth betraying me? The pleasure was enough ver my tears?. It is not possible to see how much the mockery as blood splattered the walls of modern temples count. Pleasure and lie. After, same in death, there are a gain. In any case, the damage already done and the guilty will always exist in the televised world.
Naked, looking at the world. Leaving in a romantic mode, strata and dresses before the blood is cleansed this afternoon. Differences to construct and to see the horizon in freedom. Night, morning without rain and breeze, only shortness of breath and the songs in mind. This is the the greatest human civilisation? This is the love? Where are the brave humans in the world? Why I can not find you? Why you can not find me, my inspiration?. It is passion, emotion and raison. The construction of a way together, but it seems that as a hero, I will fly alone against the consequences of the others (and all his teasing). Human. In these times there will be no fall, only emancipation.
August arrives in solitude but not in silence. How difficult it is to protect and simply do the right thing for humanity and life. Follow the civilisation rules, the social wishes and betraying is easier, take the life and the dreams of the other without any personal goal more that the pleasure of the orgasm and the drunkenness to hold a lie is really basic. There are not silence. And I hope the story is read and remembered by someone, and shudder itself but not to remain alone. This is not a human world to be with himself in the cliff of the times. "
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