Even though the horror of time has crossed the immortal spectra, and the spirits of what was to be and was it to be, has moved beyond the darkness and livings right. Even though the sorrows of full hearted souls, are to be betrayed and tortured by the humanic words and forms. No one is safe, and loneliness leads to madness. Crazed by the eyes of following judgement, that creates foul illusions of the different, only makes insanity a way of living, instead of being a diagnosis, given by those who believe they are more than they are. Therefore, to give an conclusion to what crease to exist, every man who breaths and can feel the world around them, has killed the hope, and dreams in an other.
