Thoughts Of Dialectician

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Like a raven I am dead

I sit in my grave looking up at stars that are bright in the night with a glimmer in their eyes

I just feel lost in space like Newton

I just want to escape from a reality that has no means in life

We are just the one in the third of life throughout the Universe

When will we find other people like us or like me that are tired of the corrupted sense of the orb that we humans have on it

For is there no end to my sight or does my sentient animation ensnares me

So many times I felt down but now I live it up as away out of fake materiality

Humans lose their self mental and physically when something is amiss

They say time is endless then why we do cause pauses in the laps of judgement of demise

What can we do to register the consequence

I say we may never

Because like a raven  we are all dead

Living with lies and hearts that are as cold as ice

We don’t even know what true love is and how to show it

Because we are enmity and only care for our self like it is the most dangerous game

But yet we are going to die no matter what so live your animation to the fullest extent

Without harm to one another 

But it is are commitment to our narcissism to do as we please without regard for others

This is inconsolable to great sensible mantality temperaments

Why must we have this charge of electricity flow through our brain to be this intolerable to others

It is like a roadblock that needs to fade away in our mental space and causes a rift in our subconscious as a indisposition

So few will understand what many sensible men and women truly mean when they read our turn of phrase

But yet all they do is just turn the page and give out a loud sigh as if they are bored burrowing for more to feed their mind for ideals so their narcissism can have amour propre that is contempt

Why must life be characterized as egregious for the meek to be dismay

To many double-dealing people make up a concept to put egregious thoughts in our minds so we become amoral like them

As soon as become them it becomes hard to escape the race of damage

But like a raven we are dead filled with dread

To many people pointing fingers to condemn us for the same sins they commit as if we are worse than scum

They throw friends and family under the bridge as if they are trolls in a tavern just to thrive on their amour propre

They may never change nor we can evolve if we keep going at a rate of c with our deceitful notion

We are no longer a village in peace

But villages within one another as if we are barbarians in viking times

Cunning as we are desperate like a coke feen in the fourth dimension

I wish for a rifts in time so I can leave my people behind to thrive for a better world

I will return once more

But not to help nor to punish

But to congratulate the meek who have turned into boundless individual and created a village of dieverity

With only the people being rulers of their own mind and actions for betterment of reality

But I know that is only a possibility of rarity only accessed by the God that is called the Universe

But as I said like raven we are dead and filled with dread

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