the Armageddon


The battle field in the 'end' times…

In the end we feel tired, afraid, waiting for aid...

so smart so clueless..make my bed where I lay my head…

when it’s nature versus nurture, nature wins all the time...

a dying declaration..a time for cautionand regardless of risk…

this a secret and not a lie..fake news a curse of our times...

nothing left to accomplish, that’s legendary..why do the legends always die young?

the uncrackable answer is of the results..

 

The end result is the same as of prophecy..chasing ones dream becomes a trap as destiny...

in the end when we live our dreams..we become our own traps…

the more we make of it, the more we give…

in the end the weaknesses stands up for the strengthens...

nothing to loose, nothing to prove..darkness is nothingness..

you could make noise with silence..

I see, I know,  I speak,  I love, I do I feel I am..the Chakras…

the game always become of rules…

you don't know what I know..

 

 Meditation is temporary, fact is fact and life moves on…

every play leads to the next play, those are of levels nor competition...

the values of the game the most important of the location and the result..value is relevant…

when your reputation proceeds you, standard is always enough…

living the main road for the shortcuts..a liability...

affligo and miggster..games always ends up seriously…

a destination that captures imagination.. of impossible is of nothing…

no sorrow is higher than grief…

sometimes a loss is the cover up..level up in disguise...

as believable as lovable..unbelievable but then  livable..

 

Complement your cover in and out of insurance..of assurance?

we deserve every reaction for we are responsible for our actions...

when this door is locked the doorknob disappear..designs of intelligence...

an old pro with a new face..the faces arrangements...

the waters are always tested., the dialect tasted..

the autopilot mode, flight mode, immune to destructions?

the focus never ends..'just' a cycle…

I help you you help me..a good death is it's own reward...

the more machine we become, the more human we become...

time flies when we are apart, the sun that gave light with no brightness…

The end is near, the end is here.

 


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