The infamous God of our time has raised his voice high into our realm and screamed the words of remorse we all so desperately wish to hear. HA! The beaten and broken lay upon their shattered souls unaware of the salvation that is NOTHING. What now? What can the wicked possibly do that the so called good have not already concieved? The evil of our days wear the mask of the sheep, and come into power with no trouble at all. Can our blind eyes not open into the world and see the truth that is...us? hunger, pain, betrayal, remorse, desperation, one of the very few that we have come to despise yet know to the very marrow of our bones. Wake up and smell the Maple Nut Crunch. And rise. Raise your arms high into the sky and scream for there shall be no more lies. Or so the prophets say, spewing poison truths to anyone willing to listen. humanity has reached the ultimate low, digging thier own graves the minute they are born. Innocence is nowhere now, not even in the eyes of a child. Their cries bore into your ear, digging crevices into your very own eardrums. Shut them up. SHUT UP! But why should I scream? you can't hear me anyways. Your bubble blocks out all noise of reality, thus leaving me on the outside. Alone. Screaming at you all to hear and to see but no one even looks this way. Fine. Lie. Die. Then lets see where you are.