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2. Speech Impediment
Your due date is up. Don't make comments on irrelevant subjects. There is a man who seeks his own happiness, and his smile is warmer than five of yours. You keep singing to a tasteless song. He whistles to a song of hope. A night of foolish chatter is easily replaced by a couple bold statements. Few words are gold, and living is offensive in itself. Your shallow ideals are about as useless as the gnats in my eyes. Wake up. Put your heart where your mouth is.
3. Endorphins
Just take it in stride. One breath and I think I feel free. All we can do is strive for the best thoughts, the best feelings, the "warm fuzzy" feeling. As a child, I believed these all came to me due to the process of living. Grab the wheel right now, and make this life yours. Walk with me. Leave your disgusting fever. Take this life - make it yours. Forgotten are the days of wandering pointlessly in my dreams. Carry me with your wings.
She's stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles, and when it happens there will be no apologies. She chose to collapse what held her, and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds. New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible. It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing, and having no power to stop them.
5. Barbarian
Chaos brings order. Who will you allow to lead you blindly until the end? You're like a little girl with a stupid crush. We all sing glory. We all choke ourselves with our own ignorance. There is so much more to life than your stupid desires. Nothing is everything, and everything is something. Confused? Troubled? Finding the meaning is looking through the vivid transparencies. Dance the night away because tomorrow, we will look back and talk about good times now gone forever. Trace lines around the image of your choice. Dance until the end, my friend, and find joy in every living thing. Optimism is not a choice, it's a belief.
8. Consumer
A front seat to your own flick, if only you could see how much your emotions waver. Words are flowing from your mouth at lightning speed. They're packing heat and are ready to kill. Cry, frown, hit, yell. Let's watch where it takes you. You really don't have it that bad. Try looking through the glass of beauty. It will show you the truth. We are all guilty of self-centeredness. We have committed the crime, but what we fail to realize is the dent it leaves in our soul. Everyone is full of it in their own way. A young boy cannot comprehend social status, and this boy is better off than any of us. Life will pass us by like a summer storm, and if we consume ourselves with ourselves, we will surely look back with sorrow.
I can no longer tell the days from the nights. The moon glows an eerie red and I could swear it was covered in blood. Something big is going to happen something so big it could forever change the world. What have you all done? What have you all become? A people more concerned with the temporary pleasures of this world rather than your own eternal salvation? I am now convinced that this is the end. As I raise my head towards the heavens to take one last look at the moon, the stars begin to fall.