Recant can name my business

Speak the truth in every measured word by a false light stretches far beyond any mind though not could I 
Them now f ememerith not
Of, those faces that blurred into the distance of convincing supposed individual is what they assume to be and has to be for the story they hide into the future,swindled and lost through these passing years of purposes 
How do to prehinder of them carried a cold fire in their thirst for evening  scores eliminated souls and to tear down what was built, within of those to being not to be any longer for these eliminators of believing that pain given is power regained to their own souls that they threw away empty lifeless in no cause but for themselves to feel a sense of life again


The paranoia of the masked animation cannot come to grips of themselves to be human  again,the emptiness takes a toll,( then suddenly)
?( FUCK) CONVERSATIONS GROW IN THE SURROUNDING OF THEN THEY MUST KNOW OF SOMETHING  THST HAVE I DONE ( FUCK THAT) 
And re re re re repeating the pair I can't any longer claim, this is in thought now, should I, ( no you shouldnt)
These people  of the untold can't explain themselves so throwing the attention elsewhere humiliation is great, the greater they are the more is covered of an ego that lies  upon the self , and as it began,it's exhausting
And this  Truth 
I know and can't  explain ,it needs to be said, and you know where they are , can't have that so the  revenge i does to the self ,if any sensible individual doesn't; it does  only the intended hand. To conflict anymore ,Til they find the core of the truth,abuse continues
It bleeds into stains of  the names of those who shared their life with more  blood turning kin into strangers and turning the warmth of a home into a room where silence grows teeth nightly
When you sow bitterness in your own garden you cannot expect the harvest to be sweet.a single spiteful act reaches out to touch the ones whom loved ,now to be  isolating them until the air grows less between us thin until the capacity to hold another is  the turmoil of your own making.


Look at the record you leave behind a map of true achievement or a ledger of calculated statistical charts of the  injuries within your own mind accumulated in a learned psychological destruction that can't be controlled?
 (Quick question, are you in or are you out?)


Personally, in my opinion, be here…


Can't  promise a future but theirs an abundance of inspiration everywhere to build on a foundation of sand. 
( hey,least it's partially stable,
Imagine building something for years,then, )
The love you wanted to share is stunted by the weight of your choiceswithered before it could ever bloombecause you cannot extend an open hand when your fist is clenched in anger.
The spirit of a people rises only when the individual clears the debris only when we stop measuring the depth of the wounds we inflict and start counting the strength that has far more abilities than the found truth we dare to keep.


Gracias

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