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| My Thoughts on Life, Death, and Worms |
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| By: Sean J.L. Osborn | ||||||||||||||||
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Definition: Human Cattle A wicked and evil person who will do anything to get their way. They destroy peoples lives, kill people, ruin the Earth, break people�s happiness, and play with people�s emotions in order to sustain their own pleasure while they sit on their fat ass doing nothing like a cow. These wicked people serve no purpose other than being cattle that graze on the life of the Earth. Chewing the fibers of life like grass. They should be hacked up and ground into food for the dogs. After all, they are going to hell anyway, why not send them off with style? My Thoughts on Death: Everyone dies. The purpose of life is what the one who is living it makes it. The human cattle care nothing but pleasure and power to wreck sadness and suffering on others. They do not care for anything more. To them, this physical existence is the only constant. Like the ignorant fools they are, they are oblivious to what will happen when death overtakes their wretched and corrupted souls. As for me; My body is just a shell. It is the body of a fragile little worm. While I am alive, I will search for truth, love, and higher meaning. However, when the glaze of death overtakes this body and incases it in it�s cacoon coffin, my soul as a beautiful butterfly will fly free from it�s worldly restraints. As I am trapped in my fragile little body, I have come to understand the sadness of the restraints of physical existence. I have, as well, taken notice of how short the human life is. In a matter of a mere 100 years, the body deteriorates and dies. How short a life to live when such a long struggle is at hand. Throughout the world, these humans have built mighty civilizations only to tear them down over petty struggles for useless riches and land. Ignorance, is however, not bliss in this perspective. The ignorance of the few destroy the lives of the many. The few in power abuse their resources to cause pain on the many, and with greed-filled minds, hatred pollutes their cold black hearts. Wouldn�t it be justified for such a wretched and ugly heart be torn out? My Thoughts on Killing: I take no benefit from seeing others suffer. Nonetheless, there are two people in this world; The Righteous, and the Human Cattle. I would never intentionally harm a person without justification. For the human cattle who plague the world, I would have no remorse showing them the hell they so condemned on others. My charge is dominion over the hell that I won�t hesitate to show to those who condemn themselves by indulging in the ways of the cattle. A punishment to fit the crime; Below are a few samples. (_____________________Lost Text________________________) My Thoughts on Insanity (_____________________Lost Text________________________) |
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