Even if the King of Demons claws his way from hell, I Will not Kneel.

Even if agony wraps me in chains and scorches my soul, I Will not Kneel.

Even if I'm beaten, scarred, and left crawling in the dirt, I Will not Kneel.

Even if I fail again and again, until I forget how to win, I Will not Kneel.

Even if Pleasure tempts me with the Gates of Heaven, I Will not Kneel.

Even if the world casts it wrath on me, I Will not Kneel.

Even if the sky falls on my head, crushing my crown, I Will not Kneel.

Let them come, Let Pain come, Let Loss come, Let Death Stare me down.

Haha 😆 I will laugh at the Sky, Howl at the sky and keep Moving.

With my Cold Gaze locked forward, I rise Step by Step, Wound by Wound, Breath by Breath.

For I am Impessa,And I Will Never Kneel to Anyone or Anything.

I will not kneel even if my legs are broken.

Understand yourself and those around you.

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Psychology

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Philosophy

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Personal Development

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Motivation & Inspiration

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Meditation

I WILL NOT KNEEL

I held my swords with my weak, frail hands, trembling under the weight of my fear. Afraid it would fall, I gripped it tighter—so tight my bones ached, my strength barely enough to keep me upright.

I stared into my enemy's eyes, deeper, unblinking. Fury erupted like a storm in my chest, but it was chained—balanced—by the cold fire of my detachment. Madness burned alongside it, hidden behind the mask of a calm, stoic face.

Even the blind could read the truth etched into my expression:"I’m going to kill you, no matter the cost. No one, nothing, will stand in my way—everything in my path will be cut down!"

And yet, a bitter curse clawed its way from within. My hatred festered as I realized a simple, damning truth:The enemy I despise is also growing stronger.

It evolves with me—crafting new tricks, setting new traps. It cloaks itself in soothing lies, disguising its venom as salvation. Its weapons aren't swords or shields but illusions that feed my pain and offer sweet poison.

What could be more terrifying?The strongest enemy isn’t one that’s simply cruel or relentless—it’s the one within. The one who knows me too well. The one that whispers my secrets to the void, exposes my flaws, drags my insecurities into the light. It knows exactly where to strike, exactly how to wound me so I fall apart.

But it isn’t satisfied with just killing me. No. It craves my despair. It feeds on my suffering. It revels in my misery. It laughs as I cower in fear, mockingly replaying my failures, drowning me in the agony of regret.

I feel terror creep into my soul."How? How? HOW?""How do I win against this shadow? Against this monster that grows stronger every time I do?"

The answer feels far, yet clear. Strength.Strength trumps all.With strength, the weak crumble, and quiver in fear. The world bows to those who wield power.But even strength will fail unless wielded with utter ruthlessness

To win, I must become more than just strong—I must become ruthless. I must rip myself apart if that’s what it takes to carve out victory.Sacrifice. Self-mutilation. Whatever it costs.

Because this is my kingdom.This is my world.I AM THE GOD HERE.

How dare you, shadow?How dare you think you can chain me?How dare you humiliate me?How dare you EXIST to oppose my will?! Arghhhh!!!

"How? How? HOW?"

"How do I win against this shadow? Against this monster that grows stronger every time I do?"

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Habits

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Reading & Writing

The Tyrant Shadow 

A young, vibrant soul filled with abundant life,Scurrying forward without fear,Jumping with strength,Flowing through nature’s course with unwavering confidence.

In times of trouble, a gentle embrace,A smile of love,A warmth that cheers the heart,A friend willing to fight the world for love’s cause.

Yet, shadowed in the light,The Mother of Nature—DeathWhy do you torment us?Why do you steal joy from our grasp,Taking away the ones we hold dear?

Why do you come like a thief in the night,Ripping life from its root,Becoming a source of fear for mankind?Why do you deprive humans happiness, Joy and Love?Why won't you allow us to live forever with our friends and families?Why do you act like thief and steal this Precious life-our greatest Why must you sow despair?Why do you curse us so?

Perpetual motion—life, a gift to all living beings; death, a curse to all.A cruel joke played by nature herself?Are we not but clowns on a stage,Puppets bound to perform for unseen gods to mock?

Oh, how laughable, this fate we endureThe fragile strings of life held by a handThat will one day sever them all.This is the destiny of mankind:The pathetic, inevitable fate of all living beings.

Death, why do you steal what we hold dear? Why must death steal what life so generously gives?

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History

Death—The Thief of All Lives

I think I could stand anything, any suffering, only to be able to say and to repeat to myself every moment, 'I exist. In thousands of agonies - I exist. I'm tormented on the rack but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar - I exist! I see the sun, and if I don't see the sun, I know it's there. And there's a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.

I exist! I see the stars every night,Shining, twinkling, whispering:"I am alive, and I glow."

I exist! I watch the full moon every month,A silent, undying sentinel with its cold silver glow,Marking unseen histories, patience,Battles lost and won, and mysteries untold.

I exist!It's dark here in the abyss,But there's a tiny spark that never dies.The terror, the demons, the monsters in the shadowsThey can drive a mortal mad.

Yet, despite fleeting days,The ache of longing,Hope clings like an anchor,Keeping us sane in the storm.

I exist!I must experience death,The final shadow, the unknown truth,The promise of transformation.

I exist!Even if I don't see the sun, though shrouded in clouds, Its warmth still lingers.

I exist!I need to fulfill my promise,A vow whispered in front of Demons,Etched in the marrow of my being,Binding me to a purpose of being an immortal.

I exist!My heart is still beating,A hymn of resilience, steady and true,A drum in the void,Carving meaning from silence,Defying the emptiness with its unyielding rhythm.

I exist!Not as a slave and a fool,But as a witness, a seeker, a fighter,A soul burning to unravel the cosmic mysteries,To touch the infinite and leave a mark in history.

I exist!Through the pain, the joy, the uncertainty,Through the battles with myself and the world,I stand, an eternal paradox,Fragile yet unbreakable.

I exist!In the shadow of death,In the abyss,In the echoes of the past and the promise of tomorrow,I am, and I will be an eternal paradox.

I Exist! I See the Sun and if I don't see it I know it's There

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Creativity

I Exist

I gazed at the sky, void and everything was meaningless. I asked the stars, I'm I still alive? Why?

Another day to experience despair.I went to pleasure to numb my brain and make time meaningless.

I looked at my dear friend pain, I hate him and despise him. Rather of being with pain with no results, I went to pleasure who took my sorrows away. Haha 😆

I want to die, I wanna sleep and leave this world. To whomever put me here on earth, I cursed you with all my heart. Definitely not my mother, that woman is innocent.

I looked at the dark sky; I cursed the humans beneath it, spit on the beings in the universe, I despise the angels and demons and I cursed the gods and my heavenly father.

I cursed you, now, strike me with death.I want none of your wonderful paradise, or eternal life, or anything.I...l...I...I just wanna rest

I'm sinking in the sea of despair Everyday feels suffocating I have worked hard all my life yet gained nothing. Everything's meaningless Argh!

I guess life's a gift to some but to me it's nothing but a curse. Life's toying with me and I became the comedian to the gods. A pathetic clown dancing in tune as a puppet. Isn't my life pathetic enough?

I wanna become a god,A beast wanna be a god?A slave wanna be a god?A clown wanna be a god?

Haha hahaHaha hahaHaha haha 😆 I must be foolish to dream, dream is for the fortunate.

Let me drink pleasure probably I'll die with it and never see tomorrow again. Pleasure is poisonous, it's killing me slowly, killing my dreams, killing my drive, killing my hope. Do I have no choice but to seek pain?

Do I have no choice but to keep living like a beast? If being a beast will allow me to be a god, I'll live like a beast till I become a god. If I die as a beast, I'll die like a god.No matter the results, death or life, I'm winning.

In the venom of pleasure, dreams wither.
In the fire of pain, gods are forged.

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Space

Pleasure is Poisonous yet Addictive 

"I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we're both unhappy and we both suffer"

You're a fool with a heart and no brain.I am a fool with a brain but no heart.We're both unhappy and suffering,chained by the flaws we see in each other, too blind to free ourselves.

As a youngster, I sat on a throne of judgment,mocking the faltering steps of others,measuring their worth by their mistakes, laughing at their stupidity,believing I was different, better,but how naive I was.

Now, as the years weigh heavy on me with experience,I look back and see my own reflection,a fool ridiculing fools.

What is a brain without a heart?A cruel blade that cuts even the hand that wields it, a clown who imprisoned himself yet still searching for the keys,A cold hearted clown performing in a circus called: "The Loop of Doom".

And here I stand,a heartless fool,who once thought himself wise but only knows nothing but Fighting demons.

A Fool mocking Fools, a King turned Clown, chained to his own Demons, Performing endlessly in the Circus of Regret.

Reflection of a Fool

You've got:Two eyes. Yet Blind and comfortably living in illusion than face reality.

Hey You...

Two ears. But you're only listening to voices that tells you to stay average.

Two hands. Yet mindlessly scrolling and swiping

Two legs. Yet all you do is walk in circles, pretending you're getting somewhere. #Clown

Two feet. You could step up, but you're too busy tiptoeing around life. #Coward

Two lips. But all you do is talk and complain. (Basket mouth)

Two lungs. Gasping for air while drowning in your own excuses.

Two kidneys. Yet you're still full of shit, filtering nothing.

And those two balls? Chasing pointless highs and fake validation like an asshole.

Does that offend you? Beat Me!

Two choices: stay blind or see.
Two paths: excuses or action.
Two outcomes: clown or king.
Your move.

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Productivity

Two of Everything, Yet Nothing to Show

Beneath the endless expanse of the night sky, I sat down gazing at the stars.

In the quietude of the night gentle hush, I felt the fresh air swept over my skin, carrying cold filled with loneliness and serenity.

I asked the star, 'are you lonely?'

The star blinked back; 'how could I be, with human entertaining me'

I laughed; 'You're right, the world is full of dramas'

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Communication

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Entertainment

A Short conversation with the Star

In the darkest hour, he wept, foretelling his fate,Betrayed by kin, forsaken, left to contemplate.

Leaving loved ones, & friends burdened, his tears flowed free, "Father, if it be thy will, let this cup pass from me."

Yet, resolute, he embraced the path ahead,For love's sake, his heart heavy with dread.

His sacrifice, profound, for all mankind's sake,With each drop of blood shed, a new dawn awake.

In the depths of agony, he faced his plight,Bringing forth hope, dispelling the night.

His light pierces through the shadows of despair,A beacon of salvation, a love beyond compare.

Though his journey ended in anguish and pain,His legacy of grace forever shall reign.

For the son of God, our king divine,We offer our gratitude, eternally thine.

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Religion & Spirituality

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Love & Relationships

Divine Sacrifice: A Ransom for Mankind

I am a King, bound to none but my God.I am a mountain that stands unshaken, not a boulder easily swayed.

Every facet of my being was sculpted through unyielding effort, ice-cold discipline, and unwavering vision while been tempered in AbyssA mere mortal dare to control me?

This identity wasn't gifted-but was forged in War, in Mind, Blood and Flesh

I’ve honed myself into a weapon through endless battles. How dare a mere mortal imagine they could force my submission?

My path is one of ascent, to realms few can even dream of — a transformation into something greater.

How could a mere mortal fathom the weight of my vision or the scope of my ambition?

It is beyond their reach, as it was never meant for them to comprehend; it remains incomprehensible.

If the heavens deny me, I will plunge into the Abyss.No realm can escape my rule; wherever I tread, I reign supreme."

I WILL NOT KNEEL

The Tyrant Shadow

Death—The Thief of All Lives

I Exist

Pleasure is Poisonous yet Addictive

Victor Falodun