CrYYyyyie! CRY! Cry! Chagrin! Dolore! Shaking! Soucis! Tant pis!! In line.. To.. ??

Before you can reach the paradise island, aka PARDES, where you also find the garden of eden, aka gan e.din. Then, you must die. Perish. A spacecraft will crash by convenience. Or a seafaring ship will navigate on ice like Titanic, and sink. You drown. End result: You must die first. However, i never dreamt of such an island to be my safe haven, ever. I dreamt of something else. This island, from where i stand, in my situation and in this context, just seem like yet another prison hell. The same in front from what i leave behind in the back? Not motivational. Is it? Think for yourself. What to escape? Government? What crime did i do, anyway? Ah! I was being patient and nice. Held on to life with a little smile. All i wanted was to reach out, but not drowned in problems, emotional rundown, denials and pressure to make my talents and life drain while i suffer.. I am in GREAT PAIN. The mockery. The absolute nightmare from tyranny hell. Sinister. sad*stic. Vicious. Opposite good. Enforced against natural flow. Unnecessary. Straining. Sheer evil. I cry.. My tears will always be dry. I have not many tears left.