Theres no way to hide it at this point and whatever happens happens because i willed it.
God created something at that point that isnt human if god had created that demon inside me.
Because.not everyone is the same they dont all wanna kill someone but then they actually do kill them.
Thwy wisj not to seduce and aabotage and end up fucking their killer.
Its sick,
Sad,
Stupid,
It makes me.so.livid.
To know that there is a world swimming with rapist and killers,
Scams and sabotage,
Greed and hatred.
To know that this to begin with was why it was destroyed that the one who made me was only teaching us a lesson i suppose.
Yet we blew it.
In our last life we were many but alike and yet different,
We were more technologized and not waiting for the internet to load because we were the internet.
We were the tiny cells and circuits that created the essentiality.
We were so smart but then we came back once it was done.
And we came back stupid.
Yet a few.like myself we know the truth and we know why we were so.angry at this thing called the internet.
Why it somehow became so important we never accepted it though.
Still fuming at the socialites and monarchs of the universe although we are angry at ourselves in return but wanting anywhere but here.
YOU ARE READING
Indigo
PoetryLooking through the eyes of a people you learn that there are two options: Your either plastic or dead. Being an empath isnt easy but you learn that the way you see things is much more then just black and white and growing up sideways i learned that.
