Confessions of a Tortured LogicA Poem by DavidgeoIf I were an interrogator, I think I'd be very good at my jobhow are we to stand our ground over time increasingly weakened as we age under the weight of all our mistakes drowning in things like accumulated disappointments a slow death for all a slow death for everyone eventually when the people that you love are still alive but your drive and your passion have long since died how will you stand your ground? when all satisfaction becomes denatured all your gifts weathered on their way to nothing forever and ever as everything withers away into nothing, eventually always and anyway into ashes into earth always eventually no matter what we do no matter what we've done that is our everything every time for everyone every single time always and eventually this is all our fate how then are we to stand our ground when the end is right there but the here is still now painfully right now the more you remember 'happy' the more you will regret the very tools you saw life with that say... the end is always right there that nothing is permanent nothing is permanent that every single day is only here to decay into darkness so just confess to me everything to all the things that I say and let us just get on with it to your ending my dear friend I promise this will never get easier my dear friend I promise that that day... was only yesterday and it will never come back not ever so just confess to me and it will make everything so much easier (for me) for you for your loved ones my dear friend confess everything (to me) so you may be free to die quickly
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