Lonely cold place.

Distant,
cold,
alien.

You are lifeless,
needy and alone.

You drift through the gulf,
the void you know well.

When will your summer come?

Once you were warm,
filled with abundant life,
happy and gleeming.

Then he came into your life,
he smote you,
hurt you,
removed your abundant warmth.

Now...you are lifeless,
only books are written about your past,
and they are nothing but fiction.

Lonely red planet.

The truth..

The truth is....
No one is made for anyone.

Life is nothing but random variables.

God is alive only in books.

Love is cruel vengful, and rewards only the ungrateful and shallow.

Winter is evil and hates mankind.

Suffering is mans only security, only this can one rely on witn any certainty.

Life is very precious but extremely cheap.

People love predictability, and to be a herd member is certain safety.

Lies warm the hearts of the very lonely.

Death awaits us all and is truly mercy.

Dogs are more humane than mankind is.

Truth is I reject this,

yet it is true.