Surai
born on a sinking ship
- Mar 26, 2024
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And All of you animals are still alive. Crawling on two feet, Trying so hard to convince yourselves you belong to stay. But no one stays. And when the day comes. That you are set free. From whatever chains we put on you and you put on yourselves. You will see and you won't be able to see. All of the veils that hid between thoughts and prayers and beliefs. There was always a wall right behind, every thought and belief. And that wall was death. Do you think you were and are the only animals that ever walked. And some were in your image, so stop trying to pretend you are any different. You're not. No matter how hard you try. And get taken by nature's distractions. Teetering the line between life and death with substances. Where you fall out of your own thoughts groping the wall. Trying not to fall. And in your desperate attempt ruin the animals emotions of others around you. Do you think for a second anyone besides the ones and even sometimes the ones who gave birth to even care. And what good does caring do anyway. You're alone. We are all alone. In all our selves cause who do you really care about. Who are you but yourself. So stop pretending,
that you are better than the dead. They won't have to pretend. When all we thought we were. we're put into the ground. No more thoughts that torture me before I pass out. No more thoughts and beliefs that echo off the wall behind us. Because we are still alive. A human in your image who was better. So rid yourself if you are worse. To give them. When all we've been shown a lake of freshwater only to be a mirage once we got close enough. When all of our dreams were a dream in a reality which is far worse. How haven't we joined them yet. Where nature is the line between "good and "bad", All this world shows us is there is no good or bad. Just what is natural and what the village deems appropriate. To an animal
that you are better than the dead. They won't have to pretend. When all we thought we were. we're put into the ground. No more thoughts that torture me before I pass out. No more thoughts and beliefs that echo off the wall behind us. Because we are still alive. A human in your image who was better. So rid yourself if you are worse. To give them. When all we've been shown a lake of freshwater only to be a mirage once we got close enough. When all of our dreams were a dream in a reality which is far worse. How haven't we joined them yet. Where nature is the line between "good and "bad", All this world shows us is there is no good or bad. Just what is natural and what the village deems appropriate. To an animal
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