Recently one of the greatest artists to have walked this earth, took his last steps. When he first started out, he didn't know what his future held for him. He worked in a factory and made music part time, because music was what mattered to him. When music is all that runs through your veins, you can create miracles. Art pieces like no other.

Sadly these pieces of art, created with the most delicate love for the work of music, will attract people who won't do you good. They want your money, your name and everything you worked for. The people who are supposed to be there for you, through good and bad, will turn against you and push you towards the edge. Music is no longer the main source of inspiration - money is.

I find the importance of money these days to be utterly disgusting. But when parents will take advantage of one's hospitality, one's desire for making a better world and to help those in need just for the money, it makes me want to have never existed. How can a loving parent, a mother or a father - maybe even both, make their own child lie about experiences that are NEVER to be joken around with? How can you, from the bottom of your heart, set up such disgusting lies - just to make a buck? Maybe he did do these things, but if he did - I don't wanna know. It's said that the greatest artists all have mental issues or have been put through experiences of your worst imagination, but they too have a heart. When the first charges came out, I was disgusted. When a person takes in sick children to give them what they can never have, to give them an experience for life with no worries about life or death - how can you stab them in the back? Is this really what the world has come to?

Yes it is.

Sadly I have to admit, that this goes on every single day. A friend will stab another friend in the back, to avoid something personal. At least be a true friend, and stab yours in the front - facing them. Let them see your selfish smile smeared all over your face, when you chop their heart into pieces. That's the least you can do, when all they did was trust and love you to the fullest. When all they did was put their trust into your hands, their heart. You promised to carry it within your ribs and take care of it as your own. But you threw it on the ground and stepped on it. Does that feel good? Does it feel good to know, that you fucked up a friendship and made that very person have to deal with trust issues from then on? Does the shattering of a heard under your feet really feel good enough to be worth it?

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I didn't mean for this to become personal, but it has. I hope that Michael Jackson (King of Pop) will find the peace he deserves. I hope he seeks another world where money can do no harm. I hope he will look upon his fans every day from the better place he is at and smile, knowing that they will hold his honor and never let it fall to the ground. I hope his siblings will keep living, knowing that Michael did his to make a difference. Knowing that his death, his suffering was never in vain. I hope his mother will cry every night for her son. I hope she will realize, that her lack of parental support was part of the destruction of her own flesh and blood. I hope Michael's father will suffer the pain that was put upon Michael from a way too young age. I hope nightmares will haunt him and cause him to never sleep. I hope Michael's advisors, directors, producers and what ever money whore greedy sucked on to him like a leech, will fall to the ground and feel the leather soles of other human beings stepping upon them. But most of all, I hope that a case like this... a nightmare of a life like this, will never be lived by another person ever again. Not even for my worst enemy, do I wish this kind of pain and torment; this kind of betrayal.