Goodbye old friend

this is the end of a chapter, a chapter filled with supression and depression, not to be confused wiht obsession which is a trait i'll never follow. 4 ur minds grown hollow and heart turned black and don't think 2ce ur on the attack and SMACK in the head of the ones that said they bled the same blood of trauma before. my heart sores forever more once i ignore the one on the floor forever more. death to the dread and the hate, for one turns flat the other combust, combust out of they cocoons and shells of rust, one must learn to take head to those that plead and bleed as a seed for peace of mind, not feed on the hate in which ur minds intwind. forget the past it's long gone nad cast, cast to the side with the feverish swine that bind the mind of the mexi kind. you see this hate races across every border and ever land that has a clan. every clan that is known to man knows it all too well and yet ignores it's yin counterpart. that part is love and it sores above all those that accept the notion that man can ramdonly help those in need, but no u don't u try to choke those of helping hands and tie the wrist of the better man that has seen the death and despair but realy don't care for he will fair and share his strife to those who might live life right. Try not to long for those long lost for u shall weep a thousand year of tears that never cease to burn the pupil for ur scruples. u may hear about htis one day but u shall never see. never see the truth that lays before u, never see the friends u belittled in fail.
    looks like hail outside, better pack up and bail.