[] Faults of Matter []

In our grasp were holy grails of miracle waiting for its time. Man was strong enough to build bridges, to dilute adversities, to show supremacy.Man was the fortune of life. They had what it needs to be a god. They had something no other creature holds- POWER. They were justice. They had jurisdiction over what they see. They were resented for everything was envious to the god-blessed life they were given. However, that was Man-was. What we are now are man-is.

Man is the dumbest joke of all the living. They sympathize with worthless idols. Talking to stone gods who could never heed their call. They burst in laughter hiding off the grudge that is building up. They are scared because they are weak; no power; no strength; no life. They envy what others have for they will never have it. All they could do now is look back at the past. The past where influence was in there reach. Man became no one.

How can man be the greatest creation of heaven? How can they be the master of the living? How could they be the guardians of life? Why ask how? They will never be. All I know is that they are the heralds of the oracle. Here to bring what was oath to be- Apocalypse. We are the mere soldiers of hell. We are unknowingly, inch-by-inch, bringing forth the destruction of the gods' art.

Relentless are all our actions. We haste too much trying to be productive. However, what ever effort we yield, we still fail. We do nothing good. We try to reach god so much. Divine barriers are already neglected for the success of their goal- to be god, the god of all. Nevertheless, no matter how we do it, which way we try, whatever push we do, the heavens won't relinquished with mortals. We havn't proven anything yet. We are worthless.

Up to now, We are still the no ones, the has been. the trash of society. We are here for a reason but now all the reasons were amended. We have gone to fail and might still be 'til the future. What can we do? Nothing... We have failed to reach what is expected of us. We might as well sit down now, look up the sky,wash yourself with divine light and wait until Armageddon bolts in to the surface of earth. We shall then go to an endless rest and be free off the evil we have made out of life.

[]Chosen Ones[]

Is it really true that some people see light out of darkness; dreams out of nightmares; doors out of isolation? Is it true that some people are able to encompass the dread of hell? Is it true that from the pit of unending grief, they are able to stand up and fight back up? Is it true? or isn't just a self-conception to trick yourself that you can do it? Isn't just an imageless notion to show fallacious strenght to everyone? Isn't simply to defend ones great ideal from being moribund?

Life is no mystical story where magic and miracles happen. It is no superhero story where in from falling we jump up and hit a final blow and then we win. It is not perpetual doctrine just like the bible where you would be safe from evil's hands simply because a band of angels hear your call, where the dead sea divides for us to run to safety and falls off when our foes arrive, where from out of nothing heaven heeds your call and from Them falls life.

Life and failure are two synonymous words. Life is failure; failure to see; failure to know; failure to live in it. A few gains success, a few who eventually ends up just like anyone: failure. We can never stand back out from the eye of what menace might befall unto us. Everyone has a fixed quandary. A dilemma which will happen in the course of the persons's life one way or another. They happen cause they oath to happen. And from that, you'll come to a point of collapse. You've failed.

Falling are stepping stones to greatness? Yes, maybe for those many whose self-trust is incomparable. However, for a layman who is cloaked by weakness from the fall turns back to ashes with nothing to boast, nothing to raise, nothing to hold on. You might think these weak are poor fortuned. They never will be. To have nothing might be something we can never boast, we can never raise, we can never hold on to but it's something to cherish that some time in their life they tried and failed but never did they try again cause from many who retried many failed the second time around. Rather than doing things you cannot do why not focus on your strenghts. Weakness might be incurable but strengths makes miracles.Do what you can do and the rest will follow.

To follow someone's dust is worst of all. Better to seek out into the dark and see the enchanting truth than going by the main road. Make a difference, believe in yourself. Human's are inch-minded about life, they never thought their is more than going for the gold. Something more only the gifted could see, the chosen ones. They are those who knows what they can do and cannot do. They are those who learn that fixing weakness is trashing time. Strenghts are better sharpened to fill in to weakness' inability. And from that we make our own passage.

We might fail just like anyone but from what we have cherished we are able to create something of our own to boast, to raise, to hold on to. Different from the many. Life is failure but you are not life. Life may fail but you made its failure something special centuries apart from others who failed the second time around and never gained anything.

Be different `cause you are a chosen one.

[] Truth []

Life is no free-misery zone. A part of what we knew was reality is built out of crisis. Every morsel of what we live in is no playground. What we have here in our life is one big battlefield. This is a place where stray bullets moves constantly trying to hit anything they ever stumble on. This is where the dispute between heaven and hell meets. This is where we can never save anyone from the heat of the battle. We need to decide on which side you should go. However, what we never knew, good and evil is not part of that reality. Decisions set no bounds about what is good or what is evil. Everything is made out of judgment. Everything is no right and wrong, no angels and demons, no heaven and hell. Everything is bound by reasons.

Some people thought a child’s idea is non-sense but for Someone literate enough to understand them, they are the wisest and greatest treasures of the human race. This is an example of the effects of fraud beliefs humans suppose. Humans believe those older ones are right; they are almost perfect; they are an each far from the greatness of the gods. How conceited. How vain. How arrogant. This was no fact. This was never right. They do are experienced yet that is no reason for strength, power, nor intelligence. They are simply like any other children, non-sense.

No one can say I’m bad… No one can say I am someone ‘cause they never knew… I’m no someone… I face reality such as they do… I do my thing just as they do… I cry… smile… laugh… just like anyone. Yet I’m quiet different… I’m better… cause my judgment says… They are no better than me… They say I am a menace… face it… your just scared to what I am… ‘Cause I’ll never be under you… I’ll never side with you… I know my logic… and it will never say yours is what I should choose… I live by my creed… I’m an angel… I stoop to no one…