It starts with a flash. Some of them lose a bone or two along the way. It could even burn.
Someone decides on wanting, unconditionality reverts itself against the conscious power of reasoning.
Devil plays a card.
Freedom of choice, adaptation of licit behaviours, a single decision balanced on an overdose of schizophrenic thoughts. A parasite is nothing but a parasite. No crossways here.
Someone decides mutilation, ephemeral hopes through future castrations. He still exists, in spite of being a fool. Human condition. No Jesus could help, here.
Time, equally subjective. Hand to hand with that little fleshy someone. A relative man surrounds himself with relativism. Faith of a non-believer, hence the living dead tears.
Words as passive auto-destruction, hidden and shy. Filters of common minds, for better or for worse.
Could you feel sufficient, when auto-sufficiency is no more? Days keep on passing by them bones, doubts persist and judgemental egos a killer.
Strange. But it could not get a