Can I not partake of the fruit of life itself and live believing the lies that everyone else is meant to take whole heartedly and never question?
Is it philosophy or is it rampant rambling of random realities that, I remember, are not real, but rather representations of repressed emotion?
With open eyes I belittle my own beliefs, believing that the belly of the beast, which I am meant brutally to slay, is brought upon us from behind. It is beneath benevolence. Or is it above?
Not quite intentionally, I inspire myself with inquisitions about the inherently invented world, in which this individual race places itself on a pedestal of inexplicable power.
It is a pedestal that prevents the pretentious people from assessing honestly their predisposed reign of power.
I am meant to slay that malevolent creature which, with malice, made its way into the marvelous and makeshift, meaningless hearts of meaningful people.
The majority of them pretending merry, and misinterpreting the meaning meant by those meaning well. And yet, making amends is now impossible because of the chaotic MESS that is mankind.
Let not the lowly laws of man and its level of lies and deceit pilfer through your lead-laden soul. Leave their ways, for love is lost among them and labor is much with their living bodies, which lead them to living Hell.
This, that I am meant truthfully to take into my hands, is too much for one alone to handle. Time is not on my side; to tithe all that I own would not take away from this tedious task. I face this, with triumph over tyranny already living in my own soul.
I am saved, I am weak but He that I draw my strength from gives me the reason and the will to write this for YOU so that you may know him and have his strength for that which you cannot accomplish alone.
Believe that you are not like the masses, you are true and pure, believe and you will be.
Have faith and you will be rewarded.