Bloody Fuckin Angel's Sanctuary
So in the hollow apathetic shadows angel's lay worthlessly
contemplating every dream that withers under your discordant rapture. Everything and anything can means something but a shadow without a name, even if they seem so majestic.
Me, I am just another hollow mindless shadow with no true point, or even at best any hopes. My path will take me wherever it does and I expect nothing more, and everything less as karma fucks you over left and right. My eyes are full of malicious hate, my soul full of indignant thoughts, and my body purely empty but black. I do nothing more but sit in this cold dark room and write, or just contemplate my thoughts over and over till they are pointless to every degree. My weekends are spent with doing stupid stuff such as drinking, drugs, chaotic violence, and trashing things that aren't mine. Why? All because I can, I have the power so why let it sit so idle it dies? My world is an expression of fear, exactly why no one will fuck with me. Fear is the beautiful god that opens it's wings and rips you in two, even crying little children as they cower back in the shadows. My friends are either loved or hated by people, either way we are what we are and do what we do. Nothing can stop chaos once it starts rolling, not me and not even you. Your gods are meaningless to my name, nothing but empty creatures someone made to protect their reasoning. Nothing but more meaningless Bull Shit to hide your fear, to hide my power against you.
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The Father, The Son, And the Holy Spirit
Shit I wrote, it might help the world make sense. . .
I would also like insights, other theories, randomness, or any other thing you want to throw at me.