Potman
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look at me typing this piece of shit, look at me clicking, clicking, crackling on my keyboard to talk something, to create words, to signal my soul into cyberspace, to spill my soul into words that actually mean something tiny, nobody can translate his/her soul into true words, words what their soul truly mean, yet we still try to translate our soul into words, then someone, somewhere, replies to me saying "wtf u talking bout?" as if they dont understand, or as if they didnt experience this pain, or they forgot this pain as if it were a dream that got lost.
look at us playing with our puppet, we're using our puppet to ping man-made cyberspace, ringing somewhere in the other world, to a forgien country, to the unknown world, look at us pathetic maggots fucking around, seeking for sympathy, seeking for our acknowledges, to seek sheeps to worship us, to lift our mouth higher and say "i fuckin rule, yea", just so we'd feel alive.
we're merely humans, we merely wear a mask (that has a capabitly of telling a lie), we flick/tweak our puppet to be built as whatever we want it to be on this world we call "earth", just so we'd rule.
what is the purpose of this world? what is the purpose? we'll wake up as if this life we lived on earth'll be merely just a short dream, the short dream we "human" dream every night, bec our soul's eternity, the infinity life we call "soul".
what is the purpose of living this world, when death's at the end of our line, when death's knocking at our door?
look at us playing with our puppet, we're using our puppet to ping man-made cyberspace, ringing somewhere in the other world, to a forgien country, to the unknown world, look at us pathetic maggots fucking around, seeking for sympathy, seeking for our acknowledges, to seek sheeps to worship us, to lift our mouth higher and say "i fuckin rule, yea", just so we'd feel alive.
we're merely humans, we merely wear a mask (that has a capabitly of telling a lie), we flick/tweak our puppet to be built as whatever we want it to be on this world we call "earth", just so we'd rule.
what is the purpose of this world? what is the purpose? we'll wake up as if this life we lived on earth'll be merely just a short dream, the short dream we "human" dream every night, bec our soul's eternity, the infinity life we call "soul".
what is the purpose of living this world, when death's at the end of our line, when death's knocking at our door?