#psygot-thoughts

Disembarked from carved thoughts meant purely for content control craved the divulged by imperialists drowned in a fluorescent black opaque we conjure and contain the thoughts of our psyche Ego based is

This is a story by Warlokk, and happened to him. With his permission I bring it to you, raw, with slight grammar edits, just because I had to. The following occurred on July 20th 2k16 Random older guy

"Masked by a whole lot of dead ideas to embed, I figured I would try to write something a little bit more or less not my style." lorh #truecrypto #criagrant I would like to thank @crypt0 @craig-grant

Turning into shadeless images of what once existed transforming our body and mind we transcend back into existence Spiritually awakened we mend our addictions pushing forward into mono-practiced methods

The universe expands and collects on the dead thoughts of the ones who once exist fourth which we could not protect derived from the illusions of oneself consciousness we reflect on our past to bring forth

In a life full of swine I tumble tumble to the gates of hell Waiting for a moment of peace to release my hellious demeanor My acts of detestation my thoughts of enmity devour my consciousness bringing

Demonstrate your arrogance through ignorance and your pessimistic views through depression conceal your feelings in a mask of pharmaceuticals overlooking intellectually hidden mishaps and punishments You

Passively aggressive; I can feel the dirt falling on my head mourning the passing of our fathers I can't take the feelings We just want to forget Prevention plans itself from the beginning

Put it in a book declare it godsend deem all others blasphemous Rearrange republish translate & force onto the general public murder for Allah kill Christ & abide by Give an idea a name and forge

Uncommon and still favored rendered pointless through the past I woke up standing Take your breath away through a silent gaze I talk to myself false reality's and homeopathic remedies motionless emotional

Following black shadows through the narrow corridor of my tomb walking towards the end of my life this vague light barely shines through Forced to coincide I take out my eyes pushing forth with my mind

Today you die to see your afterlife to become another bastardized individual in society's fucked up life line to see what it really means to be something you never wanted to be Hate is so beautiful when

Apologetically insecure illusion masked with uncertainty by default In an ongoing subsidiary environment made by the weak to insult the ones who value nothing We exist to logistically manifest and harvest

Premeditated conscious behaviors brought on by the dead and fed to your children Punish me for my wickedness and bury me with it I keep my lies locked in a space of secluded emptiness  Force fed bile