Everyday I open my eyes and thoughts pour in... like the crumbled flood gates of louisiana...we are what we are, poor fools in this sadistic game... what happens in the end though?... are we lead to "lead a good life" because we were molded in to believing in this hopelessness....When the end comes nobody matters... not that bald headed, grinning man you met at Starbucks, or the nice blonde haired woman who took your order at Denny's... All that goes is you and your mind... people, materials, money... none of that matters in the end... your put down hard and cold... then you end up six feet under somewhere, rotting... so I ask what is that thin line of moral that keeps us from complete and total chaos?.... why were we chosen to have a conscious when animals roam about in a free society?.... do some even have a conscious and if not why are they deemed "bad people"?... we are what we are... so when will we start making are OWN rules?
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