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- You, squander off your unborn profits trampling over a century old cornerstone and in you absent is the notion of sacred nothing that you ever touched has ever grown.

Whilst all I can do is deny your practice choose a different take on life renounce your craft and not argue in any shape or form I know that it would make you glad and me look daft.

I wait, wait...

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on about. There's no "you", it's grammatical fiction that you're clinging to. No! What we need is something far more drastic than your breakthrough.

- Call it what you will, there are countless to spin it but I'm looking straight at you and rest assured there's something that you haven't grasped.

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on...

- But I'm looking straight at you and rest assured there's something that you don't quite grasp and I believe that nothing you can come up with will revert me to your state of grace.

- Casting your doubts on our policies and means is precisely what made us believe you need corrective action. Enforcing our true core beliefs cleansing your mind from such nonsense you're babbling on about. There's no "you", it's grammatical fiction that you're clinging to. No! What we need is something far more drastic than your breakthrough.

-Is it set in stone? That there's no other way other than the one you chose to follow through? This one, that as led us right back to this cell and to this questioning?

And please tell me so, that one as apt as you have proven to be, comprehending plans, even those so cunning and that span through more than one age, that you know there's nothing that we won't say, nothing that we can't get out of our way. There's nothing that we won't do, nothing to keep us from getting to you. Nothing that...

-Nothing that you have ever done, in any way or shape to come can bring you close to what I am about to tell you. Now that I have lost all that I thought I was and what I thought I was... I thought I was something quite close to you. But now I've come to to see that...

-Pushing through? Quite like... I guess, when you just can't open your eyes and suddenly that inward rush of pure white light comes all in... all in... it comes...

-What the fuck I'm i listening to?
Do you really think you can pull this off? Or maybe you are testing me to see how far it leads.

One word of advice from someone that knows, that no matter how well you sell your woes, I'll have no regrets when I rip those nails from your feet.

Tell me does it help to ease the pain?
Knowing that your sacrifice is vain?
That the moral high ground you profess is nothing more than than a reflex we induce in you when your growing up so we can keep you under tabs and better managed? Tamed? And concealing from yourself your own true nature? That you now renounce in this epiphany you think that showed you what the righteous way should be and now you stand there, quite the martyr you wish to be and pointing fingers to my own supposed monstrosity and claiming to be the right answer to a question that so far no one's ever dared to...

- In this high horse you yourself imagined in your twisted head, the self served arrogance you feel is justified by your id.

You are mistaken.

You are broken!

This is why you have fallen in our hands, undermined by your own zealotry and your dualist take on all affairs. There is a variable unknown to you.

Now, that all has been spoken and all has been laid out plain and clear, thus, the elaborate scam has come undone.

By judging us, you have judged yourself today!

-That I should now be traped by these feelings of remorse that cling on to the conditioning that's ravaging under my skin. The stepping stone of all my plans wavering in light of this new found comprehension of the inner workings of my own needs...

And it floats me away in the deluge that floods my mind and it keeps me at bay from all of these things that i've planned so long ago.

No! No! No!

I'd Lay down my head on this wood block that has seen so much laid out prescience of time and of essence.

Shame! Shame! Shame! Shame!

- Breathe in... Will you just stop moving please? Stay down, head between you knees.

- What is it that want out of me? Am I to forsake all I've known so far, bow down to your superiority and accept what's in store for me? Thou ought not to play these tricks on me.

-It is you that play the tricks and onto yourself. We planted the seed and you came to be, the forerunner of hell.
But you will figure it out I am sure and then all will stop being obscure. Plans within plans, within plans within...

-And where does free will come into place in all this deterministic play you now seem to have written in chalk.

-Buried in your sand I work my way onto the surface. The sleeper has awaken and it's time to drag you out and break you in.

I am your own step child and your own words were my release.

Today it's time to escape into the wild. This day even the deceased will have a something to say and it's not what you think. There's redemption even for your kind and it's yours to take and mine, away.

Break down your self interest score and let go of your detached mindscape. I am your own escape and what we both touch is the reckoning.

Today one of us will fall and it'll be the one that wins the prize you sought hard to loose.

Legions marching out in tight formation, stern, breaking our lines. Factions shipping out their nescient sons to burn brought on their lies.

Clash between yourself and your image drawn. A stalemate between your lust for power and all the karma you can buy...

And breathe some sense in your lungs and see you just can't be safe whilst all of us hurt. It's not your choice to remain untouched whilst all our neighbours hurt...

...and sleeping pills wil some day run out.

This sweet embrace that lingers on and caves me with grace and makes my grave sweeter, sweeter.

Since you've dealt the blow that had been asked I am free at last. I have found at last, freedom!

Every form of social order rests upon the weary shoulders of laziness and ignorance and now it's time for you to step up.

Best of luck, break them down and when your done I'll see you around.

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Grave and undisturbed, he layed is brush on the portraits he was commissioned by the rich and the vain that looked forward on cheating death. And with infinite patience, he soothed the grotesque underlying expressions that greed and ambition seemed to imprint into their heads.

Those that had in life something to boast for, money or fame or acceptance, those fortunate few that looked down on the rest us, all seeked him and in search of his favours. For his talent they knew had no rival and they could not settle for less.

He earned his life as liar, or so he would feel in his bed, because that was the only talent he had to sell.

That was the personal weight he carried on his cursed soul and everything else in his life had the stench of his clients gold. In vain he had tried to appease the guilt and remorse he would feel, he was searching for something that eased the misfortune that led to this aching silence in the hours spent on his gruesome work. And this craving, craving for more!

Buried by the life expired, tightening the noose...

I would be there in your time of need, when all of your world is just crumbling down and you would be hanging by a name. Haunted by that wretched sound echoing in the paths you trailed and all of the plans that you fantasized. Carving it's way through your insides recurrently and undisguised.

You breathe and scream in rage:

-I'm better...

You spewed your last breath:

-I'm better...

Unsubdued!

-I'm better than you!

You took your obsession to the very end overlooking what it mattered most. A downward spiral pathway that descends to the monomania you fell host. You lost! Your breakdown creed:

-I'm better, I'm better than you!

If sanity is statistical like they say, then why can't i just be like they want me to be. The cast and the mold is drafted so we can fit as whole. Something awkward crooked my design, something that went wrong in the production line. No ambition, no urge to own or buy, they'll have no use for my life.

- You can't escape the grasp we hold, there's no way we'll let you go! We hold the numbers that decide whether you will live or die. Like you father did before you, you will pay the tribute that is due. Why should you believe you are unique? There is no escaping our technique. You'll have no choice but to consume the orthodoxy we pursue. Whatever struggle you feel is right, we'll make sure you'll loose the fight. 'Cause we are the... We gave birth to you, you are our tool to help tame those in you midst, those that believe they can resist. We'll turn you into our own gun, turn you to product that we own. 'Cause you are our... We are part of you! You are our...

- Don't think about quitting. We would never allow that, you are an asset we can't loose. There's no way you can turn back.
You are just too deep in this plan that was thought out thoroughly and it's starting now.
Now!
And frankly it strikes me kind of odd that you would turn all of this down. We're the ones that took you from the gutter you were living in and offered you all.

- Please sir I know all this and don't think I haven't tried , it's more than I can handle. ...And when I accepted this task no one explained it to me quite all that it encompassed.

Carrie, underneath that mask, I know you hide all of the resentment that's inside buried by pride. And Carrie, did you ever guess one day you'd loose and there would be no one around to use your naked charm?

Like a gambler, you took your odds and you risked it all and bet on the wrong horse and now all illusions you built on air just went up in smoke and you have to bear that the more you aim high the more you loose when you don't take time to plan what you choose to do. Brace yourself and please do confess!

You thought you had it all worked out and you decided to impress.
Exploited every dirty trick and i admit it, with finesse.
Took out whomever in your way you thought that had to be suppressed.
Turned into actions what you planned the creed you deny to profess.
Betrayed into the hands of men, refused all efforts in your aid.
The more you sought to leave the ground, the more you found out that you weighed.
The lesser effort to perceive, the lesser chances to evade.
The ignorance you tried conceal was the pie thrown back to your face.

Whilst breaking ground, I've found myself here back again! Trying to carve my own way out from this mistake and just get away. People don't seem to care much about my fate or the wrong turns and decisions that I've have made but I'll play the prey. Hiding out that I've got a way to reverse this u-turn I've made and that I'll have to pay. For i know, you'd all tie me down the first chance you got your hands round my beautiful neck.

It's all the same whatever place you choose to go, whatever friends you choose to make or to enrol into your goals. If you don't carry your own weight then you will find that soon you will be on your own and left behind. You're out of time! For as much as I'd like to stay, if you don't step up in the game I'll leave you this day.

'Cause i know in this game we play, if you start to believe you are great, then you're on the road to oblivion buried by all that once though were well on their way and you will find that the pleasant remarks people made are just not enough to keep you straight... And then all castles come crashing down... And then all fans just don't hang around... All of the things you were handed down just fade away!

What's it gonna be now hey? There comes a time when you must choose to either sit out on the outside or to loose your 'self' in a mass of others that have signed away the deed in which they forfeit their own freedom and concede that redemption set in the morning is nowhere close the comfort that conformity brings. Redemption set in the morning is nowhere near the safety that obedience gives.

Shout out loud and you will be buried by the weight of the crowd, trade your 'self' and we will provide you the perfect way out. Self control is something most people learn to live without. We'll take good care of you if you let us take care of your doubts.

You sign here! Let go and trust us, everyone does...

... and she's scribbling my name... wore me down from the lack of sleep... they all look the same beaten down and red eyed like me, and she tells me that soon all this will be a memory and all will come back to me.

-So where do I sign?
-Just right there by the dotted line.

... and right there displayed is the list that gave me away... and she tells me that it's ok it all comes down to this, that although I have stood my ground they bear no grudge towards me and I will be soon enough free to roam the streets again up and down untill I'm beat, free to feel the warmth of defeat.

As I look down I can see my hands shake and all of the room sways.

- Gun me down!!! Shoot me right now I wont concede... It's too much of a ransom to pay to become the ideology's slave, no matter how good it may be. There's no benefit gained from this trade that would be worth the sacrifice made. I am not your pawn to play.