All I want is the same as everyone: Why Am I Here? And for how long?
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Fuck Authority Punished for insufficience Suffering for being different It's good, It's good do what you should I say do what's right stand up and fight Fuck Authority!
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Rules Rules, Rules, Rules Made to be broken made to be followed that makes no sense If you follow blindly you break the rules if you don't, you break the rules You break the rules and follow them too broken by following followed by breaking That's the rules
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Nyte of Dead Souls |
Our Death It's not like I'm against the rules or anything. I mean honestly could you think of a world without rules? It would be horrible, most would label it anarchic even. However, I think people should look closer, try to read in between the lines. To further prove my point, look at all the corruption in our world, in the u.s., New York State, even New Rochelle High School alone. All this corruption, I mean where could it possibly come from?! Well, believe it or not, it comes from the rules. Now I suppose you're wondering what could have possibly happened to this young man that he feels such enmity for the rules. As an answer to your questions, the youth who's message is being delivered to you does not hate the rules, in fact, he even likes some of them. The imprisoned youth merely wants people to look closer at the lies being spoon-fed to them and realize these same rules that are supposed to protect us inevitably destroy us. |
Culture
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A Problem Exists
A problem exists in the corner of my mind, |
A Tribute to Masochism... or... Masochism over suicide
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Thought Fragments:
The thoughts they circle around my head dying images of those who abused me fading memories which soon are dead all they care is to gain money and deceive The evil lives on and on Forever in eternity, never dying It corrupts us and changes us until we become mindless slaves who care only for profit |
sinking deeper & deeper into obscurity |
questions unanswered, problems never solved |
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So come on, join the fun If you don't you're no fun & are rejected If you do, yo make some stupid decision because of peer pressure and in the retrospect, you realize it really wasn't worth it anyway |
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The boy sat in his room, once again bored out of his mind. It was nothing out of the usual for him, in fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he hadn't been bored. Wait! Yes he could! As a matter of fact, he actually remembered more, a rare thing in these days for ever since that last time he had been bored he only felt and remembered numbness. Looking back on that night, perhaps it was a stupid thing for him to do, but back then what did he care, he was only 22. Back when he was 22 he wanted so badly to impress his friends, to fit in. Look where it had gotten him, in a dark, damp, smelly room inside some dungeon. What was it he did that was so tremendous, so big that it could destroy one of society's most praised & admired members? Was it the drugs, no not at all, for drugs back then were even more common than in the 21st century. Every one back then was on drugs, in fact if you weren't you would never even be able to walk out of your door, for the discrimination you faced was tremendous, and you also greatly risked arrest. I see you are confused though. I'm sure you are thinking to yourself "how could one possibly get arrested in a world of druggies", my only answer is simply they did, every day, how it occurred is meaningless. But anyway, I divert, back to the boy. The boy did nothing more than hang out with the wrong crowd. Well, not really the wrong crowd, until that night. You see there had been that night many many changes in the way things were run. The first was that their leader, the main guy who controlled the drug distribution was killed. I'm sure you wonder just how he was killed, in response I tell you that to this day the answer is still unknown & possibly never will be. Except the boy who knew the cause of his death but would not tell anyone, however as that is insignificant, I shall not delve into it any further. That night December 25th, 3025, the city was taken over by military from a country which is currently called Macbeth, if you really must know. During the invasion the boy had met a girl, whom upon first sight they instantly fell in love. Knowing that either one of them might be dead the next day, yet in love, they decided to meet each other the next day as early as possible in a secret location. Thinking to impress his friends, the boy told his friends all about her & of a tattoo she had. This turned to be his undoing. For upon telling his friends of her, the one he had considered to be his best friend then revealed a terrifying secret which he had kept from him the entire time. What he told the boy caused the boy such emotional pain & confusion. The boy could not take it any longer, in one swift blow full of anger and grief, he delivered the killing strike to his former best friend. However, it was his "friend's" last words, only three which hurt him the most: "I'm sorry son". Realizing the deed he had just comitted the boy could do nothing except fall to the ground numb from the epiphany of grief which had enveloped him all in a series of a few minutes. It was then that they came for him, and he remembered no more. |
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