Imaging the worst, assuming their intent
You forget the reality, the reason why you met.
Who are you to me, and who am I to you,
Why do I suffer, why should I avenge?
In anger, do not lose focus,
In a fit of rage, never destroy.
Ignore, abuse, and leave them helpless,
And their anger shall sprout and grow into rage.
No sin so excessive, No deed so wrong,
They do not deserve to be left to die.
Social bondages, Breaches of trust,
Causing dissent, causing despair.
"These Days I See No Light”
She wrote in her suicide note.
It must be the devil that creates our shadow,
We must fight them,
For our shadows we are not.
To live in the hope of another, however close, or dear,
Is the will of the shadow, it is not you.
For you are not their shadow, you are you.
No dose, No drug, No trance,
But freed reality is the greatest high.
Awaken to truly understand,
The mystical ways it all goes around,
And comes back around again.
And then, you will give up rage,
You will conquer it, and not let it conquer you.
Unless you end without fear or spite,
The divine cycles will remain incomplete.
Once you conquer your rage,
Whatever they vex or undo for you,
Shall bring you impetus, and bestow you bliss.