Was it your plan all along to sabotage this movement, if I blinked your absence wouldn’t be as noticeable. Life gives me a bandage, and stitches to sew the wound closed. Survival is only a slow pace towards breaking the chains, finding that key is the objective, I move towards it. As it shines in the crypt of knowledge, I pour my soul into its gaping cavity. I reach towards it, moving ever so close to the legion of souls to release them. Do you sense my potential triumph, or are you numb to its equation.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger