Rebirth... a Second beginning


The carnage of emotions,
the prolonging guilt
Of growing evils and unnecessary drama.
The avenging arm-fold of 
the old-SELF!
Waters of the dead sea eats
up to your chin now...
The sodom of your old empty soul,
depraving oneself off 
the innocence we once had--
Just a Fantasy now?
A fairy tale that we have no memory of.

Do people actually remember their innocence?
I say none.
I don't believe so.
Innocence is ignorance of reality.
The everlasting urge for innocence 
is useless,
Survival is achieved 
when innocence is relieved from our minds and soul.
Reality is the abandonment of idealism.
Now... instead of
wasting your time wanting what you don't need,
Lets take a minute to reprocess...

Innocence is the antagonist of rationality,
it is vulnerability 
that will drown you in this concrete world.
It is a risk that will guarantee you 
grief and shakable existence.
a murderous tool 
that'll paint your own blood shed.

Getting out of it...
is the biggest revelation in a man's life.
The second beginning, 
the phase of life that really makes the difference.
The true light of achieving the ultimate 
apex of your own self.
Think again...
Is innocence what you really want?







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