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Beautiful.
0‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Sevil exclaimed, observing off in the sunset toward the burning spirals of fire crashing the city like a Seattle downpour. Sevil, relaxed and sitting, safely out of reach of the horrific terror, on a hill overseeing the hell below, and more crucially, in front of the now-empty playground he played in as a child. ‘Justice to the sickened has never looked so beautiful, this, this is truly breathtaking,” He said, all while digging his fingers deeper in the grass to where his fingertips became dark from the earth’s crust, pushing its way deep within his nails. ‘Such a shame, though.’ Sevil proclaimed while standing, suddenly, in accolade of his finished work, ‘This place could have been the portal, but they just had to go and screw it up, all within two hours of completing the last test. But alas, the work is done, the guilty have been cleansed in this wretched city, and I have many more cites to judge.’ He said. Sevil, chosen by the Unspoken, then lifted his hand in the air, then in one swift motion crashed his open palm into the dirt with a powerful force, the ground glowing red like a crimson burst of light, then suddenly fading, leaving behind his symbol, a razor-blade edged “S” surrounded by a circle. His work was complete. Dusting off his skillfully tailored suit of all black, then adjusting his neatly fixed red tie, Sevil walked to his next target for their analysis, and ultimately, their judgment.
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Just something that I kind of daydreamed one day. Sounds like it would make interesting book, no?
Give me your honest thoughts. On the story, what you think my mind is like, if i’m crazy…etc 
Mood rings.
7Those words always make me think of that one Reliant K song.
But anyway, why is it that everything, anything, effects our mood? That the wrong colors together, the wrong note, pitch, or just sound can make or kill a moment? Why are we so controlled by our own bodies and life around us that IT defines how are day is…not by our own choice.
How is it that even through hundreds, thousands even, of years that we cannot learn to control our body over this? Personally I believe we never truly want to in everything. That it is worth the downside of ruining our day for the times it makes it.
But still, moods. I never have understood why it is that we are restrained in these meatsacks we call bodies and their many, many limitations. We have so much potential in our minds and spirits…and alot can be restrained or stopped because of the limits our flesh and soul have caused us to have. Yes, I know it is strange to think of it like that.
But if I do not, who then, will?
Simply put, I like to question things no one ever even thinks to complain or question about. It amuses me the limitations we put on our minds and how we react to the world and it’s many hidden, stone set rules around us, and that no one ever stops to think why they are there, what made them so, or even why they cant change. I think it’s because everyone else is satisfied with how it is. It works right? hah.
But for me, even if it works, I want to know why it works, if anything else would, and if so, why choose this way for it to?
I’ve literally sent myself into a type of trance thinking about things like this. Thinking so far into my mind and creativity that all my senses intertwine and are no more at the same time. That I’m looking at blackness at night, but I see so many things I cannot fathom into words, sounds, shapes, or colors.
And it sometime scares me that I never hear of anyone else who does the same, haha.
But I guess that is just how it is, how it goes, how it will be. And for me, I am done with my rambling that is inside my brain. So until next that I decide to type my heart, mind, and spirit into words that you can read and try to venture and envelope into my world of thought,
goodbye.
Sins.
1Severed tears, broken glass, lost loves, it never asked.
Sick nights, bright lights, silly kids, enjoy it while it lasts.
Silver suns, black skies, death and decay, that is what enclasps.
Empty sex, filled lungs, dirty needles, lips, and tongues.
Bloody wrists, broken hearts, needless hurt, is this all we’re worth?
Nevermore I say we should be this way.
Nevermore I pray we stay this way.
With this the pain, hurt, and death, we will defeat.