There always comes a time in one’s life where you understand that the human condition is pretty messed up. 

There’s the poor and the rich, and there’s the powerless and the powerful. The poor exploits the poorer to be richer, just as the rich exploits the poor to be richer. Governments exploit their population and the whole planet to gain more control and power. As a matter of fact, the ruling elite destroys freedom and national security making their people believe that they do it for the sake of their freedom and security, resulting in people killing and dying for nothing.

Once you are aware of these realities, you can submit or be in denial, wishing for the best – or should I say wishing for the best out of the worst. You can also be bold and take your shot by playing that rigged chess game. 

You only win if you don’t lose. 

It takes time to see beyond the pandemonium … don’t show me your pawns, show me who plays them. Follow the money and you will see who is who and who does what. The provider owns the receiver. Simple as that. 

They all work the same way. They embellish your reality with their fake paradigm and you can’t resist but fall for it. 

The law maker, the CEO, the banker, the drug dealer, the pimp and the crook – they will all promise the earth and the heavens, tempting you with a dream life of unlimited pleasures. Truth is you will end up ruined and broken, buying stuff you don’t need, voting for a ruler who will only take the most basic of your freedoms and will make you work for a miserable salary until your last breath. 

Desperate and angry, you will keep on voting for the same guy because one gets used to a misery that he knows. 

I still can’t tell who are the real clowns in that circus of life. 

Now you’ve got to work at a place that you hate because you are full of debts. Your mortgage, your taxes, your drug dealer … they are all coming after you. If you don’t die from anxiety or paranoia, your favourite addiction will kill you softly during your short trips to La La Land – or maybe that’s your favourite overpriced hooker who will leave you with a few sweet STD memories.  

City of lights, city of lust.

Still you run and you can’t stop. You go faster and faster, the vision is blurry. You can’t see, you can’t think, you can’t feel. Your brain is paralysed by the fear of crashing. Are you pallid or are you breathing? All you can do is act like a beast in order to satisfy your senses, your basic needs and your burning desires.

Don’t ask me what to do. I don’t know neither. Life is a beautiful gift wrapped in a tragedy.

First they killed God, then they killed men and they prostituted women. 

Modern society is dysfunctional, focusing on consequences instead of the causes. Now they are hacking our minds … our so-called civilised free democracies are turning into something very strange.  I don’t trust no human, I certainly don’t trust no ruler. It’s back to the Wild West days. 

Shoot first, don’t ask questions.  

I live by my own fate, I don’t trust societal norms either. If they own the damn monopoly, I’m going to be nihilistic.

Playing that chess game with one pawn. Swimming in hot waters. Always on the edge, on a ride of your own. Flirting with the dark while kissing the light – and I’ve kissed the light many times when God saved my ass from countless dead ends. 

By any means necessary. 

It’s been my mantra since the very beginning. And I’ve been burning everything on my path. You hurt people whom love you. You live alone and you will die alone.

City of lights, city of desperation.

Behind the masks and the fancy outfits, violence can wear multiple faces and the most dangerous threat is always the one who has nothing to lose. Everyone is suffering and just like me, everyone is in protective mode. We all have different strategies but we are all looking for an escape out of this trap. 

Protect your mind and save your soul. 

I’m trying to find something to hold on to. 

Maybe when you have something to lose you don’t feel the pain no more. 

I need a hand out but only the devil keeps coming to me tirelessly. 

God save my soul!

Pray for me while I’m alive, it will be too late when I’m dead.

Shit man! Shots are getting fired!

My eyes are wide open. I need to see where the danger is coming from so I can make a move quick. Everybody is panicking, running in all directions. Chairs and tables are flying. People are falling and being stamped on. I’m still on my chair but I can’t see nothing. It’s chaos. On my right, there’s a door to the street… It can’t be opened. We’re trapped … all of sudden, it gets calm. Someone is lying down the floor, dying in front of my eyes. He’s gone. Relieved to not be him, I couldn’t feel nothing for that man. I haven’t been able to feel anything for a long time anyway.

A journey to the end of the night and I’ve become selfish, desperate, fearless and heartless. Sometimes, I hear my soul crying. I need to get out of here. 

I can’t be controlled and I can’t be enslaved. Let me live or let me die!

Checkmate.