Fate for myself

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its amazing the length one will run for the persuit of happines, their dreams. Its almost as if everyone shares one collective memory, dreaming of familys and consuming products of their fantacy. Like pestalance they spread shore to shore devouring like locusts a crop that is wayning thin. Soon shall there be no ripe earth, and all the fruits of labors will turn to ash, the rivers that gave them life will recede and dry out, and only my parched vain sands of starvation shall remain. For me to dream is for nothing, when the world is wiped from the board in the next few comming years will it have mattered to me what i have done?, no, because in the persuit of Golgoth he shall raise his scythe to cleave the time line asunder and destroy even the past. There wont even be any memory of this past, none of it will have happened. What then? why must i dream? i dream for nothing, i myself am nothing, only void. i charish the thought of being welcomed into oblivion, sweet disintigration, my past wiped away as well as my present and future. i will be at peace finally, in none existance, such is the beauty of total obliteration...savour in demise