Angry rantings of a Mad Man in the Making...

Let's all run armour clad through the streets. Let the bridges burn. Let the buildings burn. Let it all be brought down to dust. Let's destroy all that we ever built. Let's destroy ourselves. Let's remind those that ever caused us pain just what pain is. Let's ensure they and everyone else suffer. Let's ensure that they remember. That everyone remembers that day when it all came crashing down. Drop atom bombs and moltoves and the truth on to every being that we hate the most. Let the cities burn. Let the naxalites and the seperatists destroy our ways of living. Let our perception be destroyed. Yet our ideals be destroyed. Let out emotions be let out. Let it pain. Let it hurt. Let it crumble down around us as we fall to our knees, elbow deep in rainwater and blood looking up in pain and dispair at the sun that never came out, hidden by the clouds. The black, black clouds of death and despair. Let it al be over. It it all be done.

Now let the next day come. Let the clouds part, let the sun shine. Let us look at the world again, destroyed. Finished. Brought back to the very beginning of itself. Let there be Clarity of Thought. Finally, Clarity of Thought, and Action, and all that is true. Let us begin once more, correct all that we did wrong. Let us start afresh. With all that we lacked before. Let it begin once more, if only to fall and be rebuilt again. Let it happen every day and every minute and every second of our lives. Let it go.

Mad Man in the Making

Ever ferlt like you're losing it? I feel that every day. Like I'm losing it a little at a time. But hey! What do I know! But think about it. Look around, and you'll realize that somewhere in the middle of every room. At the end of some random phone line or text conversation, there exists a mad man in the making, Someone that's slowly losing it at a time. Watch out for those man... Watch out...