They say that when you kill someone, you'll feel pity, regret or maybe overwhelming remorse.

But when I killed him, I felt absolutely nothing.

I only gazed vacantly at the relentless gush of blood streaming from his neck and laughed bitterly at his pain.

The ones who knew me- they called me a monster. A villain who tortured her own loved one. After all, they only saw the manipulated lie; they were blind to the dark truth hidden from the eye.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government about the importance of Mandatory Human Rights and Environment Due Diligence Laws, which would improve the wellbeing of workers, communities, and ecosystems around the world.  Please send them a letter as well, either in your own words or using this letter as a template.

This is my letter I wrote to the Canadian government asking them to increase support to Ukraine so that the people can fight off colonization. Please send a letter as well, in your own words or using this letter as a template.

This poetry delves into profound existential questions, challenging societal norms and advocating for

a world marked by compassion and justice.

It conveys a strong sense of purpose and determination to break free from oppressive influences and make a lasting impact.

The verses are a call to resist conformity and strive for a brighter, more equitable

future where everyone can shine.

Ultimately, the poetry underscores the importance of upholding principles and working toward a better world for yourself and all of humanity.

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Am I here to suffer, or to endure pain? To leave a legacy of sorrow and or disdain?

To be a cog in this evil societal machine, Which is design by the Illuminati government to strip you of every survival means.

No, I will not be defined by this, I will not let my fierce spirit be dismiss. I will rise above, I will find my way, And create my own ultimate Christ destiny today.

The women watched in horror as civilians, including children ran blindly into the naked streets. Naval shells exploded meters from the holding cells killing several people instantly.

Bloodcurdling screams filled the air as prisoners cowered in terror praying for mercy from above. Amelia gripped tightly onto her co-pilot's hand whispering apologies for failing him so badly.

This is where I will be writing things every time I am feeling low. Like a journal - but for people to read. If you want to relate to something, read this.

Sometimes I get lost all in your eyes

Wisdom and truth keep showing me what’s right

Jesus Christ, please guide us through bad Times

May Allah bless us with his Sunshine

Lord Buddha, please show us what’s right

May all of us find peace in this lifetime

Written By Banusha Yasminda.

My opinion about the truth is people don’t like to see the truth.

If they see the truth I know surely they will be worried.

This world running on balance.

Balance of truth and lie.

Just thinkIf accidentally truth goes up, and lies go down I know something terribly going to happen.

Because I have reason to say this. sorry I can’t tell you about it. But I do know surely you will understand this clearly someday.

I think this whole world running on lies. This world has a lot of lies, and I think some of the things we already have seen too many times.

I want to remind you these words aging to your head, if you really see the true you will don’t like it.

That’s the way it is. This is like your life. Just see, you have a Your own secrets and lies and truths about your life if people around you or anyone else see your lies their will don’t like you, they don’t say that directly but sometimes some people say it directly to your face.

And but they don’t act like before they do. That’s how it is. That’s why I would like to say this world running on balance.

A balance of truth and lies. So just don’t mess it up. This is like children Park seesaw.

Don’t lose balance. If you search clearly you can see Everything has a balance.For example, Balance of Nature.OK, so I positively believe you know that anyway So you have to stay in balance.

TWIN Siblings LAUREN & HARLEY seek to find the truth of their deceased parents...

Fictional Narratives

I've been thinking for some time of what it would be like if Count Dracula ever visited America. (The Claes Bang Dracula, of course. Or, the Dracula BBC One created.) So I decided to type up a story about it.

Mother Nature’s body mutilated. She lies there, her power, her glory, her immortal libertyRendered helpless by our slashing roads and our piercing pipelinesOur factories spewing pollution into the air, the lands, the waterOur mines digging down like stabbing knives into her Our mother’s body mutilatedAnd with her humanity is mutilatedWithout her we cannot be