Just Thoughts Home alone On my iphone Thats a regular day When push comes to shove Spiritual planet seen from above I see only one way to play When the mind grows weak As the day passes its peak Theres lots but nothing to say When the town makes a sound When im lost and cannot be found I long to pass the time, ok?

#life In Days Maybe im dead but just dont "get it". Maybe im to stupid or its just to explicit. Maybe im afraid of the truth which is frightening. Maybe im alone and the grip is tightening. Maybe theres no God, just humanly deeds. Oh a unsolvable problem which the sound breeds. Im 37 years old but half of those were a struggle. Born a wizard but live as a muggle. Theres nothing here but black and white. The color of reality is out of my sight. The brain is broken and i cannot fight.

Death Hell. They're all connected to mother source. Mother source is hovering over me. I have schizophrenia. Because of mother source. And everyone has there mouth shut. Cause mother source can torture. Basically, nothing in my #life was ever as bad as gaslighting. What is basically a small little problem becomes a giant conspiracy. And ultimately death hell. Because of mother source. But mother source was like everyone else. As above, so below. A super web of mother sources children. A robot army. A psychic robot army. Demons. And then me. Plain old Brian. All alone. With only mother source, to keep me company. Trapped in mother sources illusions. And ultimately a psychic torture chamber. With no God to pull me out. Because there is no God. Only mother source. And her plastic planet.

My Only Reality Heaven sent to a post apocalyptica, With just a hint of shame. When backwards is forwards, And Hell has a name. The reality of a a thousand illusions, Is the Humans only game. When truth suffers from the same old tired lie. I realize I'm stuck here, and I cannot die. (Yet i try and i try and i try) Battle is a fallacy, my penis creates the pain. Of a brainwashed suicide, and eternal fame. I am alone, with my spirit full of spite, The evil corporations and everyones always right. The year is unimportant, the lies they tell each day, Of madness and mayhem that no human can say. I am the truth of infinity, when lies are all there are. With echoes of oceans that now seem all too far. There is nothing beyond the delusion of mumbled english speech, Of a freedom inspired heaven, always within close reach. It's just began this morning, but nothing has changed, 37 years of a system rearranged.

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