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Hope is a lie that only the meager of mind cling to. Everywhere are the fanciful whispers that one bright day from here, you and all that hear these seething words will have that thing, that want that your hearts and dreams do long for, but this is only hope, A fairytale that gets you through the night. From day to day we will forever wander through these times, filling our spaces with empty accouterments that we pay for with our sweat and pain, just to try and make sense of this yearning that can not, except for such a few, be filled. WE will find fault, and tease ourselves that better will come. until that day we will toil without restraint to lie to ourselves with this hope.
Hope is a lie, and when hope is such, then reality is truth. Our surroundings spoonfeed this lie to us so that we will not disobey the true powers that be, in general acquisition, to be browbeaten back to our holes, that we have been told are ours, but can be taken away by the few with power. Those who understand try to gain that power, but to what end? to once again rely on hope. I hate the word, and yet, it follows me and soothes me into complacency. True, there are times when i follow rules, and do what has been preordained of me, and i walk quietly, lost in a silent hope. But what to do, when the flicker, of the fire of truth, of the things of reality truly crash upon me? Rebel? if my mind and strength were mine, and unfooled with, then perhaps yes.
We are all fooled by hope, it stays with us all, in it's own gaseous form. those who notice are worthy of your notice i do believe, and those who do not, wish for their ignorance to keep them shielded in a bubble of itself. Hope? HOPE?? hope is for the weak and those who have no will to fight. Don't be one of those who can not see the forest through the trees. I do not requisition anarchy or war all i ask is for the denial of that hope. if more understood then i do think, peace prosperity and love could happen in our lifetimes.
Hope is a lie, and when hope is such, then reality is truth. Our surroundings spoonfeed this lie to us so that we will not disobey the true powers that be, in general acquisition, to be browbeaten back to our holes, that we have been told are ours, but can be taken away by the few with power. Those who understand try to gain that power, but to what end? to once again rely on hope. I hate the word, and yet, it follows me and soothes me into complacency. True, there are times when i follow rules, and do what has been preordained of me, and i walk quietly, lost in a silent hope. But what to do, when the flicker, of the fire of truth, of the things of reality truly crash upon me? Rebel? if my mind and strength were mine, and unfooled with, then perhaps yes.
We are all fooled by hope, it stays with us all, in it's own gaseous form. those who notice are worthy of your notice i do believe, and those who do not, wish for their ignorance to keep them shielded in a bubble of itself. Hope? HOPE?? hope is for the weak and those who have no will to fight. Don't be one of those who can not see the forest through the trees. I do not requisition anarchy or war all i ask is for the denial of that hope. if more understood then i do think, peace prosperity and love could happen in our lifetimes.