There are so many battles to win in our lives.
Such strange abysses that just jump to our path, blocking our exit. We live beguilling, as we live hoping, lusting for a brave new world, a clear new horizon.
And that's why I chose love over hate, hatred over tyranny. Terror over friendship.
That's why I taught myself to be a free-spirit instead of a slave, in which all would shit and piss. That's why I chose to let go.
I have lived many tales, and I've fought many skirmishes with fear in my right hand and love in my left hand. I thoroughly realized that only the strikes I would inflict with my Right hand would connect. The ones I struck with the left one became flawed.
So, I stand here, today, before you, stating that it's far more safer to be feared than loved.
But I have no expectations. I also realize that ninety per cent of everyone I know would go by the noble way, the lovely way, the worst way...
My scars will speak for me, when I say I would never choose the hard way instead of the easy one, the left path instead of the right one...
Inspite my heart does pound and beat everytime faster and faster, harder and harder, clockticking all the seconds left for my tender voyage through this stupid land, where I can and WILL carve my path with bloodshed, bloodthirst and bloodlust.
Before you I stand, as the ruler of my world.
Bow.
That's the power of my wrath.
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I only have one thing to say:
Feared people are led to their downfall.
Loved people, if they fell, are picked back up by their loved ones.
Who said that fear isnt a way of Love?