I once passed a slaughterhouse in Darlington Near the train station, with the windows open, and I heard a Cry from a Calf that was kept in a pen until the morning for its Clinical death by stunning, then carved into hand held slices and other cuts...
that "scream" made me remember it to this day; it's cry for its Mother penetrated my being and has never left me... the silent sorrow behind the fake veils of normality... like what happens in Ukraine, as long as we dont see it, it doesn't exist...
Oh Yes it does, but your Ignorance is understandable, you only got a limited amount of Compassion that runs out quite quickly when your stressed and selfish... never be too tired to give a helping hand... but that is when you become a Target...
the Quantum of a small mind in a closed loop... stop turning away, and look directly at the Demon that pursues you constantly, for those with a Burning conscience... who always fearing they will be caught...
you will be, as you were born Doomed without a complimentary mind fit for an advanced civilisation... fear the slammed door... and the walk away with the Keys... fear the long nights with the lights on all day and night... without all the mental gumballs of internet and Netflix... to sit in silence 23 hours a day...
could you handle it ?...
your fear alone is already the prison that confines you, now you realise it's time to pay, with "your Life" hard luck suckers.... every day is your last day by definition of a quick mortality...
you can die at any time... Yes you can drop dread on the spot at any time, Remember Lord Litchfield, he felt a bit sick went to lie down, and guess what He deceased there and then...
however big rich good looking sexy or Famous; the day of Judgement is closer to you by each day that passes... Get ready to give up everything and Die...
the end is always Nigh...
especially for those who do not expect it:
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