An organized force that can kill you in a matter of second without giving you a chance for you to shout your second sentence of defence. They can become the living hell but they can become the heaven as well where you can have your own guards.
Compromise is the only key to open the gate of heaven but this key is hidden deep in the heart of the Loved Ones. To find this hidden key is not burdensome but to possess gut is arduous. It is just miraculous if one can master the gut. A very lucky bastard.
As we cannot afford the gut, we use the imitation of it, the deceit. A take no chances mechanism that promise a less severe of damage to them but a super massive catastrophe to ourselves. Like the hurricanes of though, circling the mind, prompting pressure.
We welcome the pain so the bridge stands still. But the only question now is for how long can the bridge withstand with the presence of the unstoppable raging hurricanes? The foreseeable prophecy approved the calamity.
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