Sound of her steps followed me into dreams

courage of convictions
passion of crimes
ashes in your mouth

the dead were, is and always be  
incorruptible, unchangeable and firm
for death what you are and will be
And  the religion

before uncertain birth of yours, Death is for certain

ruminating notosphilia
pain always comes with cures
brooding over morrow's tears of  Déjà vu
notes hidden in the memory of archaic Oceania 

Science has become a religion
Religion has become spirituality-death
Hospitals become incredibly profitable and expanding by curing "more" people
(if they're doing anything right, should it not become smaller?)
Pharmaceuticals... the real poisons and the real profit
Bank "tellers"  working on the imaginable and created future don't exist
All "laws" only make disequilibrium blurry and evils invincible and invisible
Anything for sale, Nothing is worthwhile  
what if there is no collective truth through science(especially motivational one)
what if there is no collective truth
what if there is no collective or truth or even personal truth
what if questions are always more important than answers
   


Pretend Friends are more dangerous than True Foes

Happy new Moon
  

she knows

Tyrant only controls a captivated, dominated mind
Higher learning lost its meaning when it  became higher
Irrationality is the reservoir of making sense
Freedom is self-realization

Monsters turn monstrous only when looked away
Imposed morality and General parenting only feed the monsters shrooms
Time stays ways of unmeasurable emoting
Enemy the ultimate Tutor

Pain the raining lessons

Regrets the homework  

Any mentioned of inner, outer
Body and Soul
Higher or Lower Value
Promise of Future, Atonement of the past
IS the Master/Slave of the NOW