The torture inside the head gets so deep. Imagine this. On a broad daylight, under the stinging sensation of hot scorching sun. With blade on hands, you are doing your job. You are a farm owner, and they insulted you inside the head. Imagine this, an existence behind you constantly sending you a rude message and barrage of insult, yet you are all alone. Basked on broad daylight, you used your blade so much. But the torture inside the head is so very stinging in blood. The illusions on their mere presence hits you so much, and the insult gets even more bigger. Out of man's rage, under such illusion. One, two, three, four of finger flew so high. Blood, dripped. Dark so fresh blood, starts to drip on your arm as it flow so fresh on your skins. Then you see how the flesh, flesh appear. There you will see a combination of human anatomy. A black simple thread of nerve, white turned flesh, red flowing blood, and white skinny bones. Then rages hit the man, and he tasted it so very sweet. He did drinked the blood on it and he sware to his heart that he would take revenge.

  I'm supposed to be a farmer, I own it, but the insult inside the head, did torment me so much. That day, I once again entered hades door. You know the mockery inside the head. The laughing illusions of someone mocking you despite of the tragic scene. As the blood flow so deep, as the wound appear in your eyes. As the flesh white image of a wound and a black tiny thread of nerve appear on you. As the blood flows on your arms, you will slowly feel, how hades welcome you. First and for most, I'm accustomed to blood, and I've gone accustomed to it. But the body of human is different. The sudden shift of hot temperatures to cold will welcome you. The blood that drips on your arm makes you question will you die?. In the end I tasted it, and it tasted so very sweet. The fresh, thick moisture of blood that flows on your arms. Then the insult inside the head says "You are dead. "

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  Then a round of laughter welcomes you out. The problem is. The voices inside the head are real. Did i got operated, di I was treated fairly, not even one. The voices and the connections that you have are rude. Your doctors are rude, we, death awaited us. You deprived us of our right, until we die. The voices inside the head are rude. Never did I get, a fair treatment, there I was played. You know how tragic death is. Tragic, tragic. Oh by the way not just once, twice thrice. We've been there several times. The government is so rude, so very rude to us. I myself would like them to encounter death themselves. At the very least they will know how you all will die, deprived and depraved of all rights. I saw a pool of blood, a very pool of blood run out, gushing on my flesh. Yet I'm still alive. Under the terms of duterte, in the island of mindanao.