PROMETHEUS
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Your mind is a freshly cut grass – vibrant like a golf course on a warm spring afternoon 
Then you turn 5 and get your first abuse by the people that were supposed to protect you
Alone, the complexities of life are too great a burden for you to bear without a pillar to lean on
A few more years of mistreatment and you now have thorns growing to rip apart what’s left of the grass
You turn 18 and listen to motivational figures about hope & perseverance – “The world is my oyster
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After 7 years of toil & failure, you turn 25 and accept the black pill. With no human connection, you settle for drugs and escorts to fill the emptiness
Unlike Chad whose drug experience is like an array of rainbow over his vibrant green garden, yours is a violent tornado in the overgrown bush that the suffering of life has turned your precious mind into
You lay in bed with a shaken mind from the bad trip and an itchy cock from the hooker, wondering where else there is to turn
You realise that even degeneracy is a luxury too great for your broken mind to engage in
You get up, stare into the mirror and see the same eyes you had as a child, but now dim, surrounded by a wrinkled face and balding hair
Finally, you decide that it’s truly over, taking the step to spare yourself from further pain & humiliation of life
Then you turn 5 and get your first abuse by the people that were supposed to protect you
Alone, the complexities of life are too great a burden for you to bear without a pillar to lean on
A few more years of mistreatment and you now have thorns growing to rip apart what’s left of the grass
You turn 18 and listen to motivational figures about hope & perseverance – “The world is my oyster
”After 7 years of toil & failure, you turn 25 and accept the black pill. With no human connection, you settle for drugs and escorts to fill the emptiness
Unlike Chad whose drug experience is like an array of rainbow over his vibrant green garden, yours is a violent tornado in the overgrown bush that the suffering of life has turned your precious mind into
You lay in bed with a shaken mind from the bad trip and an itchy cock from the hooker, wondering where else there is to turn
You realise that even degeneracy is a luxury too great for your broken mind to engage in
You get up, stare into the mirror and see the same eyes you had as a child, but now dim, surrounded by a wrinkled face and balding hair
Finally, you decide that it’s truly over, taking the step to spare yourself from further pain & humiliation of life
