'Nothing is what it seems to be anymore'

I may have thought a month ago but it seems once again the cards have turned and my perception is changed again… I have been proven wrong by my own doing… The flagrant and primal flaws in today's people are so often overstated that I forget that it is normalcy to see these things… Materialism monstrosities and the maledict path the human race begins to tread is the first step towards the social collapse of everything known… when all the information censored is made public and those who cannot see will finally wise up to the colors of life, all will be too late… it is the bumptiousness of most that is the end… the dogmas put aside; because...

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When he stood looking into the mirror he saw what he feared most. The glass had collected light and mirrored back the being that stood in front of it. He had finally realized what was wrong was the person standing in the mirror not the reflection… not the make up of features and skin that stood pale-suited in the spotlight… but the person beneath it. It was not the reputation of his person, but the reflection of himself that scared him most. The world may change around him but he will always remain a ghost until his reflection can look itself in the eye. His ghost remains whole and untarnished by the slander and disposition but his person grows weaker with every stride and blow. He has taught...

Move the situation at hand and stretch common web through market streets.



Moreover common man, a mangled corpse falls famous after a life served empty, the equation stretched thin due to those who wish to believe in no wrong.

Riddle me this; a monstrosity of human desire and the ossuary of humanistic dogma.
A promise? No.
A tale? Yes. A tall tale that fell far short of mark. In the eyes of all holy you will only find the eyes of all who condemn. The true pattern is one forced back.

From the scales of skin to the stretch of sound, we see colors alight in a new dawn. A morphing image of pattern woven through self...