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A pretense to my own demise is what I think about at this time. every though is only a passive vale to my own reason of thought which in turn, turn me into dark thoughts that only haunt my nightmares to make them dreams in comparison. Am I imagining what I see as an only a venture to my own trials, just to see if I can spread my own seeds of dark judgment to make my life better? So that makes me an untrustworthy b*****d to everyone’s thoughts, a pathetic fool that does nothing but wreck lives and assumes the form of a demon to all. Maybe I am a mere clown to the gods for what I am, a testing subject to the masses where I am nothing but pyrite compared to the golden world. So I say to myself, am I just an idiot for wanting to feel the things I knew where promised to me? It is indefinite, I am nothing to the world, so no I must prove to them that I will always be something more than a mere fox in the world of wolves. I am the one that sees the truth in lies, the sane in the crazed, and the life in the dead. I will never forget those loyal to me, those that have will always be known to me as those few that knew what I was in reality. I am no monster but a kind dog that only wishes the attention of the multi-populous of the worlds both here and the one beyond our understanding. I say good bye and good riddance to all who opposed my way of being, for in the end I will laugh as I drink their blood and laugh as their last few seconds of life slowly fade into the non-existent heaven of angels. For ever shall I be a demon, created by the need to avenge my fallen pride, and my fallen hope for love of others...