The wrath unfolds to take destroy and vanish everything on its path as the misguided soul is ripped open and apart by the fucking world that brought it to life. These chaotic thoughts are but a reflection of a mind twisted by the cruel reality of a world that favors evil over good, blocking the clarity and objectiveness of good intentions.
Forcing ways left forgotten by a path of righteousness, with true intent and quick determination. What, who, is to blame? Our own destructive selfish greedy nature bestows upon us our own cursed and devious fate. No way out, just the open door of an enclosed jail to hold us captive and slaves of a system that favors evil over good. What is the fucking problem with this picture? Well the fact that the true purpose of the system is to have us imprisoned in an obscure cell of lies and deceptions, no free will unless it favors evil.
Torture comes to those in the path of goodness and self respect where integrity rules and honor reigns. Behold ours leaders for they lead us not into salvation, instead they guide us to a certain doom. No hope or inspiration, just the cruel hard obvious reality of a world turned against its own. Fear not the enemy but the disguise of a friend within that instill salvation. Saved you will be not, redemption denied and mercy out of the question. To obey or to perish in the journey to a promised heaven that is far more like hell than the garden of eden that has long been promised.
Attention I pay not to the path ahead of broken promises and false pretentions. I seek not salvation, exhaltation nor reward for I will prevail among the vile creatures that readily offer daily temptations. There is no going back, but a one way trip to my own redemption. Teachers, mentors and masters created by the system that seeks our own destruction. Am I to believe that it is for my own good, or am I simply going to realize that it is all an act of deception, confussion and disorientation to keep me from my true heading and on course to that which is unveiled, pure, sacred and untouched, in fact the very representation of what was once promised, but long forgotten.
It lives as an insaciable desire, and a real subconcious intent that will carry me through the very perils that disguised themselves under the mantle of fake innocense and truthful lies. A slave I am no more. A soldier of fortune perhaps, one at peace with his own soul for at least my own convictions remain sincere and unaltered by the evil that for the moment seems to prevail. In time these chaotic thoughts will have true manifestation and they will succeed indeed. Fear not for you are closer to the origin of true salvation.
-Franklin Peña-
