| Man claims to be the dominant species on earth. Yet are we? We are far from dominant. Man dismisses the truth for fear it to be false. Yet believes the lies for fear they be true. So how are we so supirior? Could it be because we can declair war on one another, killing millions over a simple disagreement of who owns what? Or could it be because we are capable of slaughtering countless innocent creature simply for sport and/or stature? Perhaps is our uncanny ability to corrupt other with our endless verbal defecations of who's the purest, who's right, who's wrong... No we are not dominant, we are not supirior. We are nothing, we mearly exist as do all other creartures on this earth. We claim this world as our own, a world we do not even deserve to live in. It is said the plague was eraticated generations ago. This is no more true as any other bit of "progress" man has obtained. the plague lives on, strong as ever. It has mearly grown and spread to such a degree that nothing else exists but it. A plague called humanity. |
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| Damnation, a funny word it is. To each person it holds a new meaning. for the starving artist it's the thirst, the desperate need for inspiration. The unexplainable conquest to display intimate feelings and emotions only to be missunderstood and critisized. For the old man who walks down the street. It's the restraints of a slowly withering body. Desperatly clinging to memories of youth long lost. For the child who's accomplishments go unnoticed yet is constantly patrinized for thier ignorances. for me, it's life... Damned to walk this acursed earth, every effort resulting in failure. Every day another defeat. Tormented by the lust, the undying need to break free of these mortal ties. A longing for the peace that may never come. to this life I have been damned, to this fate i have been curesed.. is there no end, is there no salvation... no only another failure. doctors call it "saving another life." To me it's nothing more than the renewal of my sentence, a sentence of life inprisonment" with no chance of release. for this I suffer, eternal damnation... |
| By: Szandar W. Drake |
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| By: Szandar W. Drake |