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Dead Bury Their Dead

~ Arch Enemy

I leave the anguish behind,
Scars are healing, I am set free,
The chains of guilt are in the past,
They no longer have a hold on me!

Dead bury their dead!

I walk through Elysian Fields,
The light is shining on me!

Time marches on...
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Been feeling a little better of late. I stopped listening to doom and progressive death metal, and that has surely helped. Don't get me wrong, they are terrific genres. Unfortunately, they aren't so good for your mood if it's already s**t. Oh, and it's even worse if your romantic life isn't quite the prettiest, and I know mine definitely hasn't been kind to me. Though, I will no longer stress over such trivial affections any longer. What happens shall happen, and I will not remorse for the present becoming history. That goes for infatuation as well as friendship. Both are simple relationships of human necessity. And humanity has shown itself to be corrupt, vulgar and ignorant.
True, I constantly want to rip out another humans throat and constantly find less embrace in my own home than I would staring down the barrel of another man's gun, but it is all overcome by overbearing hatred turned into a wrathful optimism of the sovereignty of ideals. Life is going to keep passing me by either way. I'd would much rather take a firm grip of its b*****d throat than let myself be overcome by its tragedies. Ultimately, we're all dead men.