The collective of thoughts constructed by beings of flesh and bone, forming endless memories different by nature but originating within the space of the ebb and flow.

Now come and understand that we are no longer apart of the collective, are lives were built to envision images greater than the highest of heights and look at how low we have fallen, the soul became broken long ago and like flies to dead flesh we surround the idea of becoming apart of the collective when we know that this life is coming to an end.

“Here I stand looking at you, seeing all the beautiful things you have corrupted; my heart swells with anger as I know the defilement of my creations was the nature of your heart, within the heart of a screaming ocean washing over are minds with thoughts of the damned collective, becoming everything I’ve never wanted you to be.”

The human soul has been corrupted,

I am sad