SIGHTS

O you let it be spoken out or may it, bury itself in the darkness of  the earth that swallows all sinners who see good things and know about what are the right things but never follow them since they think its their fucking right to do whatever they want. Nevertheless, may all the incoherent thoughts of the misleading prophet shall be taken out and sucked out from the minds of the sons of Adam. The loves and hates provided by the so called Greatness are the keys that have been kept by the believers to help them in the way they won’t get burned. My, my, my adamant feelings that seek of nothing but the only truth that has prevail themselves to be presented along the ceremony of massacres. Sing the songs of the misfits that shall bypass the dusty roads of the sadists that torture their souls by feeding themselves with the intolerable and deadly sins that confound in the midst of the black majestic hallow. Hurry yourselves as you dance to make your fucking worthless feet bleed. I see you standing among the others, I see you, being isolated not by them but by your own thoughts. I see the boy who lives but never thank the Creator for his blessings. The prosperity that had been given can't never be compared to the works and cheats they had played. I cannot think properly since the day I surrender myself to the malevolence of the knights. The tortures I experienced weren’t that crucial compared to the sins I’ve made. When those eyes meet mine, my lungs choked my throats indicating that the end is near for me to stop putting hopes on the ideas of impossibilities. The chase shall now end as the light fades out. Soon, there shall be no more sacrifices and hopes from the prince that sold his dear self to the dim and cold nights. Seeing the pristine creatures and hoping to become one shall be the prayers muttered by the hopeless monk. Be the one he wishes to spend his time with rather than chasing the immortality of beauty that were ridiculously being misused by the peasants.