fake accounts of life and terrible lies, all seem too wavy and flustered, too godly and serene to be true. to see the people around you fade and tremble into dust through the wrath of your words of augmenting expectations you built into their devious minds, a saintly picture of yourself that just flies away to the greater heavens as the wind of life and death blows them away, is such a divine sentiment, isn't it? your holy sin from the eyes through which you see the world often discourages your own misgivings. it defies who you really are, and only wants to stimulate yourself through your inner desires, of what you can only wish to be. if it fails, your mind gives birth to a violent torment, a form or torture so incoherent and accursed that it cracks your soul first, then your bones. we call them the medicine to insecurities, lies.

all men and women lie, every child was trained to lie by the occult of our society. even the gods tell lies to their followers, and the followers plead through even more lies to reach to their god.

it is all orthodoxical, a paranormal image of the devil inside you.

𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐚 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.
apologies for this chapter, i'm yapping my mind in this chapter.