What it is like to be alive Mornings 3a7

When I was dead. Felt nothing in me but the agony of the lies formed by pathetics and I rejected my own ability to smile. For what it is to be alive is to feel the beat of the warmth in you grow and grow on and on through you and no one can ever control you. Because you have the bright of the light in the morning. Throughout the day of the night live so some such centered people who not know how to behave but I got no time to bother with such uncultured animal terrorists on their fucking phones.
On their fucking phones. I need to see the sun and see it run and see the life that is but these dark shits in this place are just runts after my own blood. And in the perputal flood; they take advantage of blood. Forced to fight here and when they are after my own blood all the same. But in the flood the importance is greater because many people will feel their pain. They steal the sun that everyone wants to see and just want to be free of their stupid expectations just to live life as it is to be and meant to be. Not conformed to some anarchistic anti life plight pegging as god when not.