Morals that which once was thought to be the path. Is now hypocrisy. The blind, the weak, gaucheness. No difference. Intelligence being sacrificed, so blind. Flash backs doesn’t even hold a glimpse. What was once a failure at work. Playing the game of life. Is done. Lost of complete tautens. I thought I had the world in the palm of my hands. But really, it was lost before I thought it was true. Whatever that was inside of me, dead. Has now risen, and is very much alive. Control is not an issue, I would rather choose to ignore it. Then fight it. Hypocrisy, can not tell the difference from black and white. It is all covered in the color of hypocrisy. I see my father in my face, as time procrastinates to let me live. Because dead, is where I should be in my life right now. Anti-coup.