My Understanding Of A Plagued Voice
"There's so much to observe from the plane of existence, I'm not even sure if life was even meant to be. When I was younger, I used to look at the stars and dream of a world bright, almost like a Utopia with towers screaming in unison like heroes, jumping to save the pretty girl, but end up, murdering their own family
I'm not sure why we were gifted with something so undeserving.
Every single day I look to live a life that is not bounded by chains of materialistic objects or aberrations of a dying human spirit. "
Twas death that was made to show true unity between us and the sky so why must I share the keys of a forgotten world to a man who's very essence is corrupted? For I know my life is reflected by the never ending struggle of pessimism through the howling of hyenas. I seek to find a life worth understanding. To feel truth not just by heart and soul but with eyes and skin you will feel what is right and what is forgiving. "
Coming to realities that are broken with lost faith, the sense of all of this damnation becoming all to real.