Rage Against The Corporate Machine 1






Disturbing thoughts.

A descent into melancholy.

Incomplete thoughts.



All of these in a few sentences exchanged.

I bite down the pain, and I will carry on.

I will survive.


The world cannot kill me even if it tried. I will do so only on the day I decide to die. And by then, it will be by my hand, and not theirs. My blood will not spill on your hallowed ground, and when it does, it will cleanse your existence for the sins I have not committed. Only then will salvation for the world will be complete.

…until it hounds another soul to snuff its light. As thieves would, in the blackness of night.


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