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January 12th of 6004 cx I have made a lot of

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January 12th of 6004 cx I have made a lot of
mistakes, learning points...
How can you hate me so much, I can't always be
there for you. Why do you want to hurt me? I give
all I can for what I feel is best. I let my short meager
life evaporate so that you will be happy, to slave my
life away for nothing more then the opportunity to
make you happy, nothing is good enough I hope
you are happy. I never meant to get upset, never
meant to yell. I hope you are happy. The day of red
roses, the day of lust, and pain, I enjoyed hurting
you. In the end, at the end of the day I have no one
left to blame but myself, for being to weak, for
caring to much, for letting you know me at all. In
this world of passion, fire burns in hatred and love
but that fire no longer burns for you at all. You do
not exist to me anymore, just a paper shadow
printed on by a story I will never tell, in a part of
my life that has been erased. Only for my kin do I
weep now, that thought put aside until I am needed,
if that day never comes I will die believing I did the
right thing.
On the flip side, tranquility rains life, a river of tears
run dry and the earth a jagged stone.
Stock pile of munitions in the cave of destiny, is no
match for the people in place in office, in the field,
and in the seats of power within the media. No this
is not a mutiny, or a revaluation this is blood lust,
this is killing for the sake of watching people die.
This is a tragic story that starts with a broken home
and ends with a broken world. The family can be
repaired, peoples greed and hatred can be keep at
bay. Lead with an fist! Praise the brutal dictator he
brings love, unity, and community. Bow down to
the evil empire of hate and pain for redemption,
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stand clear of the war machine, let it roll by and if
you so choose join it's ranks. The death march, the
dark army that will make the feeling community
and kinship strong, as we hide within our houses
and chant prayers to be saved from the hell and
oppression. This is the cure of Babylon, the hell of
the AntiChrist. The chamber of mental aguish for
problems that will not only be ignored but laughed
at from on high, from the god you have chosen, the
death machine of AntiChrist you savior in death
will truly be pain in life, and as the damned gather
round to proclaimed our victory, you will see the
grinding of the death machine and you will cower in
fear...
This is the word of "Ghrisx"
know that it is the will of your god, the work of
your savior to cleanse the earth.
Redemption...
January 3rd of 6004
Sector 3 1-G Service for three if you would. Testing
the limitations of life itself, as we roll along. It is
time for blood shed. It is time for blood shed here. I
bare witness to the birth of hope, my life for this,
for myself. Not for you, I die for me, for the
pleasure of dying, not for the life of the people. I am
not so humble, not so caring anymore. When I was
younger I was willing to give my life and soul to the
freedom of mankind, to change the course of
mankind. To avoid what we all now see coming. I
guess I still would, now I would do it more for the
immortality then for mankind.
I am Atheist that once Asked "God" (what you call
god) why the world must be reborn. My
interpretation was, "the lights could no longer be