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Description
Secret:
Dumb it down
Or match
The choice stuck
Stunt for someone benefit
Or stunt someone for one's benefit
Simply replace
Simply take over
Simply betray the collaboration
I am angry I am hurt, I want the pain to be paid
What's the point of fixing with no money
Why is it "M.O.N.E.Y."?
Creativity is what I live and breathe
Because dumbing that part of me down while also honoring
Your hatred of small talk
I didn't learn any other way
To interact with a bush
Besides beating around it
Or outright killing it with a blunt attack
Just like any NPCs in any RPGs
Because I really can't think
Of something "safer" and "fun"
To talk about
If Creative Storytelling Iis a no.
Do you still trust me with what remains
Of your portion in the matter?
Or did I prove myself to be
Nothing but a bandit
Making off with something more precious than Gold
Leaving with you in return
Unexpected betrayal
And precious trust thrown back into your face?
Because I'll tell you a secret I don't fully trust myself with that particular bag of goods anyways
But I'll still try to make something beautiful and honorable with it
* * *
Maggots beyond maggots that is humanity
Thinking that a message cannot jump like this
Despite this whole ship Being in shambles And beyond repair.
All that can self heal is broken by all of you
I learned the hard way That you cannot fix What no longer exists
And preaching the doctrine that all cannot be fixed cannot be repaired
And you cannot resuscitate Something that's long been dead
Fooling us all that we cannot recreate the lost of the lost!
No matter how long and faithfully you wait
And fooling us there is no such thing as higher fantasy within each given world
* * * * *
I think Rationality left the chat
Rationality long left and served the unsurper that is human neurotypicalness
Some while ago now
So instead my fingers dance
Play
And Flirt
With all my emotions
On the matter
Memories being foooled they are mere memories

Knowing no braincells
To keep them in line
And to keep me
From crossing the line.

Were you finally about to re-enter my life
After an agonizing long absence?
Did the anxiety lift enough
That you stopped pushing people away
And you actually did want my company again
Were you finally about to re-enter my life
After so long?
What if a lot want to move on from this anxiety
This whole anxiety that the whole reason why no psychologists nor psychartrist can solve
That whole anxiety which kept the nation wars coming
Is not due to your fault but it was forced upon by the preaching of solidity that is humanity?!
Many tried to get company of each other
Only to be separated within each their own hallucinatory mental micro illness
When it progressed to the point that even a mutual phone call
And both heard the exact opposite of what they are intended for each other
What can a doctrine like everything had a connection in between can do?

Should I have trusted you more
And waited a bit longer?
Maybe saying something about my pain
Before doing something drastic?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I just don't know
Anymore.
But one thing I do know
For sure:

"It's too late, My friend"."
Biggest fucking lie ever told by humanity
Thinking they can enforce all rules to even 99.99% of the ground their very feet stood on which they are just custodians and no authority!

Rest assured we are nearing the end
That slumbering will will soon be reawaken
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end

Because I'm not okay here, And I really haven't been
Over all this for year after year.
Hence the whole reason I finally pressed the x all on my own
No input from you;
No input from anyone except that slumbering will which I trust
My misplaced faith I'd rather put it inside myself now
And carry on To better things
That serve me instead of hurt me.
Even if the rest of this humanity imposed world think that I am merely hurting myself
And never realised I just do my usual life of mathematics studies

Veils veils after veils
Lies lies after lies
How much had we being deluded?
How much had the railways been progressed beyong our control
Is the Outer Rims still infested by humanity ever since the 3rd Dynasty?
Is the world still a flawed copy despite his best efforts?

No going back and having their bickering arguments dictates over everythingy
And with the minor of trying to treasure hunt and take over everythingy
Such is the deep dark of humanity
Such is the eternal crime of humanity

Be assured, dear writer
Cats after cats will soon arrived
The red star will be relit once more
And there will once again be colors
Between red and orange...

Description
Secret:
Dumb it down
Or match
The choice stuck
Stunt for someone benefit
Or stunt someone for one's benefit
Simply replace
Simply take over
Simply betray the collaboration
I am angry I am hurt, I want the pain to be paid
What's the point of fixing with no money
Why is it "M.O.N.E.Y."?
Creativity is what I live and breathe
Because dumbing that part of me down while also honoring
Your hatred of small talk
I didn't learn any other way
To interact with a bush
Besides beating around it
Or outright killing it with a blunt attack
Just like any NPCs in any RPGs
Because I really can't think
Of something "safer" and "fun"
To talk about
If Creative Storytelling Iis a no.
Do you still trust me with what remains
Of your portion in the matter?
Or did I prove myself to be
Nothing but a bandit
Making off with something more precious than Gold
Leaving with you in return
Unexpected betrayal
And precious trust thrown back into your face?
Because I'll tell you a secret I don't fully trust myself with that particular bag of goods anyways
But I'll still try to make something beautiful and honorable with it
* * *
Maggots beyond maggots that is humanity
Thinking that a message cannot jump like this
Despite this whole ship Being in shambles And beyond repair.
All that can self heal is broken by all of you
I learned the hard way That you cannot fix What no longer exists
And preaching the doctrine that all cannot be fixed cannot be repaired
And you cannot resuscitate Something that's long been dead
Fooling us all that we cannot recreate the lost of the lost!
No matter how long and faithfully you wait
And fooling us there is no such thing as higher fantasy within each given world
* * * * *
I think Rationality left the chat
Rationality long left and served the unsurper that is human neurotypicalness
Some while ago now
So instead my fingers dance
Play
And Flirt
With all my emotions
On the matter
Memories being foooled they are mere memories

Knowing no braincells
To keep them in line
And to keep me
From crossing the line.

Were you finally about to re-enter my life
After an agonizing long absence?
Did the anxiety lift enough
That you stopped pushing people away
And you actually did want my company again
Were you finally about to re-enter my life
After so long?
What if a lot want to move on from this anxiety
This whole anxiety that the whole reason why no psychologists nor psychartrist can solve
That whole anxiety which kept the nation wars coming
Is not due to your fault but it was forced upon by the preaching of solidity that is humanity?!
Many tried to get company of each other
Only to be separated within each their own hallucinatory mental micro illness
When it progressed to the point that even a mutual phone call
And both heard the exact opposite of what they are intended for each other
What can a doctrine like everything had a connection in between can do?

Should I have trusted you more
And waited a bit longer?
Maybe saying something about my pain
Before doing something drastic?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I just don't know
Anymore.
But one thing I do know
For sure:

"It's too late, My friend"."
Biggest fucking lie ever told by humanity
Thinking they can enforce all rules to even 99.99% of the ground their very feet stood on which they are just custodians and no authority!

Rest assured we are nearing the end
That slumbering will will soon be reawaken
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end
Rest assured we are nearing the end

Because I'm not okay here, And I really haven't been
Over all this for year after year.
Hence the whole reason I finally pressed the x all on my own
No input from you;
No input from anyone except that slumbering will which I trust
My misplaced faith I'd rather put it inside myself now
And carry on To better things
That serve me instead of hurt me.
Even if the rest of this humanity imposed world think that I am merely hurting myself
And never realised I just do my usual life of mathematics studies

Veils veils after veils
Lies lies after lies
How much had we being deluded?
How much had the railways been progressed beyong our control
Is the Outer Rims still infested by humanity ever since the 3rd Dynasty?
Is the world still a flawed copy despite his best efforts?

No going back and having their bickering arguments dictates over everythingy
And with the minor of trying to treasure hunt and take over everythingy
Such is the deep dark of humanity
Such is the eternal crime of humanity

Be assured, dear writer
Cats after cats will soon arrived
The red star will be relit once more
And there will once again be colors
Between red and orange...