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So it's been awhile since I've written one of these, but seeing as I have too much time to spare, I thought of sharing another of  my insightful insights that so many of the 3 of you love to read. At this point I am just rambling on for the introducing for this article, so here goes.
"The present has all the contingency of the past and is every bit as malleable. Everything in our environment is up for development. The majority of what exists is arbitrary; not inevitable nor right, it is simply the result of muddle and happenstance. The way we enter the world carries with it an inherent bias towards the idea that change is finished, and history already been settled."

So we're constantly told why things are the way they are and are asked to accept them, no questions asked.  As I have previously said in another post, we have been granted free will, the greatest power of them all. Thus we're allowed to choose from a plethora of paths and people and no one can te…

The Murder

I wrote this is the month of August 2015, that one academic year I didn't write anything. This was cooked up after a bad dream and written on the back of one of the debate mark-sheets. One also referred to it as a little extreme for the act of killing a mosquito.  

2 years I lived in shame,
Now I've found who's to blame.

She left me torn, 
I was forlorn.
She left me a changed man,
No more would my mind expand.

The cries of anguish I still remember,
The pain still fresh in my mind,
Fate wasn't kind that time,
But I did endure for what seemed like forever.

The first time I met her,
She seemed like an angel.
The last time I saw her,
She left as the devil.

The thought of her, an angel or a demon?
Tears my mind to two.
Oh it were as treason,
To believe her eyes still are blue.

The vamp made me suffer,
I held back no more.
Twas the sound of the singing lark,
That did spark my anger.

I reached out grabbing her,
She let out a gasp of surprise.
I snapped her neck in two,
It was done. I was through.

They …