The following well-known story of Edward Mordake, though taken from lay sources:—

“One of the weirdest as well as most melancholy stories of human deformity is that of Edward Mordake, said to have been heir to one of the noblest peerages in England. He never claimed the title, however, and committed suicide in his twenty-third year. He lived in complete seclusion, refusing the visits even of the members of his own family. He was a young man of fine attainments, a profound scholar, and a musician of rare ability. His figure was remarkable for its grace, and his face—that is to say, his natural face—was that of an Antinous. But upon the back of his head was another face, that of a beautiful girl, ‘lovely as a dream, hideous as a devil’. The female face was a mere mask, ‘occupying only a small portion of the posterior part of the skull, yet exhibiting every sign of intelligence, of a malignant sort, however’. It would be been seen to smile and sneer while Mordake was weeping. The eyes would follow the movements of the spectator, and the lips ‘would gibber without ceasing’. No voice was audible, but Mordake avers that he was kept from his rest at night by the hateful whispers of his ‘devil twin’, as he called it, ‘which never sleeps, but talks to me forever of such things as they only speak of in hell. No imagination can conceive the dreadful temptations it sets before me. For some unforgiven wickedness of my forefathers I am knit to this fiend—for a fiend it surely is. I beg and beseech you to crush it out of human semblance, even if I die for it.’ Such were the words of the hapless Mordake to Manvers and Treadwell, his physicians. In spite of careful watching, he managed to procure poison, whereof he died, leaving a letter requesting that the ‘demon face’ might be destroyed before his burial, ‘lest it continues its dreadful whisperings in my grave.’ At his own request he was interred in a waste place, without stone or legend to mark his grave.”



How can voids fill voids

How can silence kills noise

How come weakness is strength

How come failure teaches winning

Home come giving is fun

How come taking is pain

How come truth is lie

How come pain is pleasure

Should you lie for love

Should you think to help

Should you promise to break

Should you stumble to rise

Should I kill to live

Should I try to fail

Should I stab to kill

Should I write to read




One more day in a year

Waiting for this moment 

Dressed up in new dresses

Waiting for the family to come


Huge gathering in front of the tomb

Speech in the sounds of silence

Good is being domed in the rooms

Smile pretending on your faces


Evil prevailing in your heart

Grief never seen on atrocities 

Soul kneeling in front of him

Money might be the reason 


Humanity sold to the devil

Sins laughing at his face

Begging not give us troubles

Humanity buried by ignorance 


God show us the light of humanity

Let know that every one is god

Cry out that Human race is equal 

Love is always giving to others



It’s a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
You think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won’t be free

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
You think you need
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed

I think I need to find a bigger place
‘Cause when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you’re not lonely without me

There’s those thinking more or less, less is more
But if less is more how you’re keeping score?
Means for every point you make your level drops
Kinda like it’s starting from the top, you can’t do that

Society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you’re not lonely without me

Society, have mercy on me
I hope you’re not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you’re not lonely without me



Can’t Fall Down by Natasha Bedingfield

great song people, kicks ur hope in


Whenever you feel like you just can’t stand up one more time, can’t face failure or rejection one more day, can’t bear to reach for all that God has for you, just to be kicked in the face, remember to stand again. Remember that everytime you stand up again, you grow stronger and the enemy and fear and assault grows weaker. Greater is Jesus, who dwells in you, than the enemy that dwells in this world.

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Life’s a Ride

nice message

Mr Individualist

Pick out the bike,
Pump up the tires,
Polish the spokes.

The road will wind,
The terrain will change,
The weather will beat down.

There will be ditches,
But also smooth roads,
And vast fields of green.

Fall – then get up!
Brush off the dust,
And peddle on.

Ramp what you want to,
But if you fall – know it was you,
Just never give up!

The climb up a hill might be steep,
But just carry on –
It’s okay to walk at times…

Enjoy the ride!
Let the wind touch you –
Know people are on your side.

And when the time comes to stop
Make sure you can say:
I rode the road the way I wanted.

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Memories of a man builds his world

Good one would make you happy

Bad one would sink your heart in pain

Both of them has a message for you


Silence should also be explained 

This process would make great noise

Parents immaturity stoping the future

Children’s journey seems to be at stake


Atrocities puzzling the future of humanity

Girl child losing their virginity to your silence

Boys acting as the way they were tought

Countries futures is of grace with disgrace


Elders becoming the false seers of their kids

Society determining the destiny of generations 

God  appealing to the stones in temples

 Evil is being treated as good by the parents


Fear fed in the mouth of the toddlers

Mirage shown as the place to draw greatness 

 Ignorance being the glasses for their eyes

Time being spent just to feed their generation 


Hungers of the empty stomach not heard

Slaughtering of dolphins not being seen

Blue waters turning to red by your silence

Hope left as scrap in the middle of ocean


This just one more article that will be faded in my articles since we are to busy to accept the facts that are happening around me, since it would make you empathetic . 




Can we think of outcomes



peace that was burnt, down to ashes
faith that was buried, under the heart
wishes that was wished, went in vain
hope that was narrowed, fear of losing

blood that was bleeding, slaughter of innocents
heart beat that was trembling, under blood loss
breath that was stinking, begging to exist
memory that was filled, betrayal of life

life that was dreamt, illusions of living
success that was achieved, failures of others
journey that was made, misconception of existence
courage that was shown, out of desperateness

answers waiting for questions, life waiting for death
smile waiting for tears, farmer waiting for rain
society waiting for solutions, tiger waiting for prey
departure waiting for its arrival, life is equal to death

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