The reaper prevails, but only with life

Why do persons disgust me so? With their ignorant professions and deluded statements? With no stand of their own, they pry open new ideas as if they were the gospel. They make it so that they never need to think, as the zombies they are, it's useless effort spent. Their delusions bring many a case of fever in winter, because their minds are infected with the angst for themselves. They see nothing, yet they profess everything, blinding other minds as they progress on their rein. As a path is opened before them, they seem to like to zest, as if it means to live when they lie to themselves and boast on to others. Such a nasty sight, and yet they are blind, they know not even how wrong they are. What blindsight brought onto them this plague of words and poisoned thoughts? How wrong am i to see them? This curse of emotions is destroying me from inside. I'm looking through a glass made to see curses and i feel the wretched as if they were beside me. Inside me they linger even longer and i see a piece of everything stuck to the walls. They paint a painting which i will never understand and can never explain. Yet my feelings tell me a different story. As if they were my sight, i feel a pain and the disease of being lost and plagued. Where is there a story that tells no meaning but feels a pain. The heart of man can tell no lies, but it feels them so intensely that many die of it. Am i to die, like a wretch filled with disease? Or am i to become void, like a black hole in space, an entity to absorb the flayed of will and the plagued of the world? Why do i feel so? The world is this place, where hell meets heaven, and in between. The truth for earth, is not heaven or hell, but the mixture of both. Abide by this will, or be destroyed by utter fantasies or hellish damnation. Why do i see the light and yet feel the dark?

Where the damned lay, the blessed seek.
For it's the damned who die, and the blessed who save.
The damned need to live to leave their sufferings.
The blessed need to die to leave their burdens.
It's a blessing to die, and a burden to live...