Woke up to a world where the masters print paper money and force the slaves to work their whole lives for this money. Where the mind control which the masters hold over the slaves is so powerful that the slaves will fight and die to preserve this slavery. A world where people dye their hair blue and stick rings and nails and spikes in their faces and where they kill and mutilate their children and worship a god because that god offered up his child to be tortured and killed as a human, blood sacrifice in order to appease himself. I keep waking up to this world, this nightmare. The money.. Such a vile and wicked invention. The waking up is when the nightmare begins.

They are many. The earth is not your friend. The earth wants you dead.

Damnation is being recycled through this hell which the masters and their agents torture the damned. Wonder how many times I have tried to escape.

The calm,

Cool face of the river

Asked me for a kiss.