They hold on so tightly

The all assuming eye

No regrets about letting go

Unlikely earths elements rippling by

They have no feelings of regret

The evil who live for physical pleasures

Thrifting on the young and innocent

As they begin to try and make their own way in life!

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You hold on so tightly

Like as if there is no love in the world anymore

Broken into the unknown

By a brain that could never function as whole

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You never new your own guliability to the cruelty you were forced to face

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Buried in a negativity of a truth you may have never been told

Then to continue to be 

You yourself are or are made to look cruelly stripped of all sensitivity which will have spared you the riddicule of the very pain you maybe once knew

But is any of that really possible or true?

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It can be difficult to believe that any person can be so cruel

Because we ourselves have been seemingly almost blindsided into believing all good must be tender and leave us only feeling good 

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As if almost setting us up against those who display a litany of warning signs of the shock and pain that will come our way?

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A possible clockwork machine of many layers of people willing to lie to see that with what we had been naturally given we may never correctly use?

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Layers upon layer of those who indecently abuse

Have no empathy or sensitivity toward anybody but for nothing they are enslaved to the belief of the worth of currency 

As distant healers fight and wrestle with the energy of justice and the contradictions it makes who by myth the energy of Gods have Love for each and every baby child they sent to this life with the ability of empathy or not!

As distant healing wrestles to keep from the myth of a satan their innocents even in apparent complete guilt in the light and darkness of evidence

There is a myth of a God who cries equally bereft of those who to them are always as innocent as the innocent lives they made bled?

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Bled are the days which may have been truly lived in by appearances a happy daze

Beneath endurancy of duty put above choice and real depth of feeling for a freedom unrelentlessly avoided

Soaked in a journey which never truly existed

As to turn up and act as...

Somehow took over society's best wishes

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Flagrant in colours so dull and yet so bold

Given over to eras of sickness before modern day neuro scientist's could see a way forward which would heal the human being into a much more truthful vision of health to behold

Beyond being stuffed behind a lack of knowledge which created terms in history known as 'revolutionary' as ignorance and a lack of understanding unfolded!

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Somewhere in the dark edges of society is a mind that will never let go of anybody or never concede to what is defeat

Horribly convinced there was no need to feel by their very own opthalmology of deceit 

"Oh, I can't see and don't need to feel" they sayeth

Some trained by their abusers to never contact their empathy or memories so the abuser can take form in society and live freely?

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An anguish which cannot be fooled

As on lookers thirst is equally cruel

As are the things which block out  

Treating the body like a piece of cast iron that could never be shaken or broken

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A constant need to the destroy the mind before it could think to help itself touch itself or truly feel what those who they abused really see or really feel

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It feels like it fits into the myth of a non existent abominable sin

Bewildered in not even a delusion but a brain which cannot seemingly comprehend what kind of pain it is in and has left others with

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One abuser does one as one abuser tries to create another one driven by the nothing which has created everything yet the runaway wreck feeling is lived to its fullest in the attempt to create an everlasting tale to show up and act as...?

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