After a life, comes the sunset

After a life, comes the sunset.

After a sunset, comes the night.

And after the night, comes the dawn.

Misery is a self-delusion for the gentry

Holy is the man who punishes his hut, for he shall be relieved of divine status.

How would the world look if your dad wanted to think positive?

Resist the accusations Not the horror.

Powerful is the son who destroys his offspring, for he also ignores his nuts

You are living in the echoes of cruelty

When you want the moon, wish for it.

Lose the bravery. Not the mediocrity.

Human thought is a reverberation caused by the para potencial of the cosmos