The Scars Of Death PDF Download

We're born, we live and then we die. It's said that death is the only certainty in life. How very true. This epic volume was never intended for publication and began as scribbled notes that transformed into pages. Chapter after chapter then flowed with such ease. Many can choose to struggle on and survive as best they can though I've finally concluded I'm no longer that strong though my humorous nature seems to spur me on. Life has lost its meaning in my mind and the chore of living in a world as vicious as this one has always been is painful, too agonizing to contemplate any further. After a lifetime of torment and brutality, my existence has no further meaning. I feel broken... degraded... and cannot seem to rise above the mire and become what society expects me to be any longer. My childhood is still so easily recalled though I have no wish to enlarge on my adult years any more than I have. In my own comical manner, I do not want to create a 'Fifty Shades of Pink' in any way, shape or form. Neither am I looking for sympathy. I am what I am. A manic depressive individual with a strange, sometimes cutting dry wit, who has always been beaten down into believing he has no place in the social order of today and certainly no right to a conscious existence. I do exist in my past simply because I have no other way to gauge a life by. If ever there was a plan behind this torment then it's end goal is now in sight. I absolutely adore this planet we live on but despite my continual mental anguish, some aspects of humanity have made me realise that I no longer wish to remain here. Tyranny is abound in all the places I have looked. Cruelty, crime, lies, greed and injustice appear to be everywhere. I'm lost upon a sea of anguish and despair from distant history, unable to land upon solid ground and discover any sense of peace and tranquillity, honesty or kindness. That old battle of good versus evil rages on in every society on the planet and especially within my mind. One thought, a conclusion and a way out, echoes across my consciousness, hour after hour, day after day and with no respite in sight: We're born, we live and we die. Why prolong the inevitable?