How I wrote down things and talked to self in mirror?

Today night I was frightened by the upcoming death of Honey, so I wrote and spoke the below content just for me:

“Mercy, the resemblance of joys, or mercy, the joys. What’s ethical under the sky? The advent of dispute, or you aloof. What’s the norm to apply? There is no rigid distinction between good and bad. What makes you achieve is good; what fails you is bad. In the end, that’s the trend. What if you achieve in the wrong path? The world still appreciates you till it is not known the cause. The joyous resemblance of pain, no one cares for the dying dog. Pure attempt to fail, be it not be there in your record.”

“Climb forward, climb like a frog, curtaining the cause. But how long, how long? Be good, my friend, be blessed your cause. Let the world rise ahead with your every attempt to hop. Blessed is the religion which, with a scientific mind, is yet to be met. Rest is all trash, rest should all be in trash.”

“How much occupancy of mind will you play?”

“Reason is through logic, logic