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Wish me luck, wish me luckier than the luck itself. I have traveled far, to the edge of distance, guided by divine hands through all these sufferings. Many walls have been broken, many have yet to be. With both feet on the ground, my wish will never expire. Clinging on the urge to stay on track and keep moving. The core of life is not about how we end an episode, but on how we dare to begin another after another. Wish me luck, wish me luckier than the luck itself. So many plans to do in such comfortless time-frame, as change is the only constant in life on Earth. Stagnation never takes its course within oneself. Praying at the crossroads, hoping things would go well. Ahead of us lies a different standard of meaning, adding concrete facets to the once so-called oddity. Time will tell should things function, or vice versa...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Finding truth in lies, reading between the lines. See through deceptions, sense through periphery. An intrinsic macrocosm, essential and constitutive, entirely in totality. Gestalt principles of matter perception. A multitude of perceptive decay. Reasons interact within acceptance, built into somatic habit and regularity. Unquestionable yet undecidable.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025

One definite progress meter built up by the burden of strain. Uncyclical infinity, eternal journey to the yet unknown. Nothing is so complicated: when it's done, it's done. A sentence cannot describe the will to keep moving on. I just take this strange continuum, leaving all my peers bemused and clueless. Have I changed, have I gone insane? Even past is haunting me, I have no time to turn around. As mysterious as the universe itself, my reveal is also my secrecy. Everything is relative to the other, issues that will never ever be solved. At the end of the day we would realize we can never expand our time in space.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Beyond the mental image of a man lies a blueprint made by God. I am standing here recalling to all the roads we have passed through: Always hard to understand, always hard to comprehend. Yet it's always easy to believe we are not here for no reason. So many mistakes and failures, so many elements of imperfection formed by our sense of free will. Causing sadness that never disappear when life has broken into pieces, we realize everything has gone so wrong. Beyond man's own nervous breakdown lies a blueprint made by God. And here I am standing on a line between reconstruction and destruction...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Utilize proper logics through modal thinking, a root of analytical dialectics. Philosophize, ratiocinate all nonsense until my mind simulates pandemonium. Morale, rationale came off unforeseen. Idleness in the way we generate conjecture. Downsizing expectations to the bitter end, feeling trapped within this segmental aperture. See the whole world revolving around me while I found myself in a stationary struggle, only to collapse without one single movement as visions expanded beyond mental capability. Die down in personal responsibility, and I'm looking forward to it.

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Welcome to the world of endless transformation, a universe of continual permutation. Having no mark of culmination, Kekal in its primordial signification. Seeking justice through resolutions, an outbreak from the years of stagnation. Mankind is an empty space - a floating void, waiting to get materialized and vectorized. Take eight as a sign of infinity. This gate is a portal of liberty, and I'm taking you with me, baby. Let the dead bury the dead. Your progressive journey begins here, through the alleys of pain with me.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

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Us in the state of constant change. Conservatism has lost its meaning. Left behind all lies and deceit. Us in a carrier, driven one way forward. Purity's an illusion, life has its proof. To one's heart's content, openness upsurged. Sustain singularity within set patterns. Let us blend! Together we stand, as a fusion of styles, the magic of colors, alluring dynamics, where differences made new pathways. Let us blend! Shall we attain hybrid sophistication, piercing right into the core of being? Our character shall be preserved even in an absence of homogeneity.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

And I face my own real self, broken in an open world. My heart beats a groove of grief, bleeding to God in a path of pain. Rhythms of anguish and desolation move me into mournful consciousness. While I still believe in a better tomorrow, anxiety is on its way to consume. And I face my own real self, wounded in an open world. My eyes stare into one black hole, seeing stationary state of affairs. A tragic life with unused obsessions forming a torrential malevolence. While I'm still heading towards a light ahead, apprehension is on its way to devour. But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive, and that I'm grateful to be here...

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

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