ignite the mortal fires of my imagination; and burn my useless soul alive.. i am departing.
people who weren’t born more than a 100 times each day for annuals that last more than 365 days per second.people who’ve spoken with only one mindset,
one religion,
one perception,
one measly vessel,
a countable number of homes; or none whatsoever!
one brain; one life; one goal even.
indeed one fucking genetic pool..
people who’ve by now surpassed whatever illness took over the east.
people who’ve never heard about it.
those who never encountered a god, a fairy or a slave; nor the dead!
fucked them, listened to them, hated or loved them!
people who aren’t already dead.
i could list on all the traits they grossly lack, endlessly…..
or i could simply state that these people, these people i am clearly speaking of; are those who do not believe in losing their sanity for someone else’s words;
(a) “book”.