whose eyes will you inherit? i have expressed my distaste in the most elegant way i know possible. slaves and the dead are pain not of your past, but failure to understand the present. we stood like trees and we lived like pagans. the royals of purple plush and pink silk are deities of the future we have persevered for you. the fractured river summons the existence of war, floating between the gap of conscious thinking and unconscious thoughts. little raged would have sufficed to bridge this gap. my father before my father knows the tide before it has come, this time of this fractured mirror will flow. in spite of minutes, you will know of life. light has not forsaken you however the darkness is not negative. the energy of the darkness is not evil and nor is evil darkness, badmen hide in the light i hope you will learn this. the applause from gods will not carry the meaning of home. well-fed dogs will still not hesitate to bite
