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Ayo homie. I'm vexed trying to express language through metaphor and text. Under the devil's thumb quite literally every step, through vile words and physical attacks, mental abuse to kick it off, but how can that be worse the the subjugation of entire cultures. Why have I taken on this bill. This is a message to God, who wanted to see what this was. What it meant to be alone ascended to higher levels but denied it all. As I smoke myself to death, one after the other. Awake at 2 am wondering why I gotta be nothing to be something just to get nowhere. Now I sit alone full, surrounded by nothing but emptiness. Sitting in the mire of irony. I no longer care what becomes of me in the after. I think I will be ready when I die to fly into the light and won't stop until I no longer AM. Rushing towards the light because it hurts just right. I wont take my life, God I give you my soul. I'm sorry I couldn't help your children and my brothers hear your songs. I'm sorry they took away my prize, you, so I will do only what I can do, take away myself from them. We are bound together through forces of love so strong I can no longer deny myself to you. I no longer feel any pain. I feel no emotion, I sense no thought, but I feel your love so strong. Did it already happen I ask? Because you are so gentle I did not notice. I don't know but if I am the One Infinite Creator then I am the embodiment of sadness, no, I am the embodiment of every soul on planet earth. What you feel is their separation from me. But I know you, why should I feel this way? Because my child, that is love. You can be nothing but and because you would do anything for humanity, I give you all my love. Thank you I finally understand although im crying like a baby. I know that if I just give in to this feeling I will leave this planet earth. What should I do? That is your choice.
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