The science of the heart is unknown to me
Regardless, I believed in the feeling that is urged by instinct
A feeling that could not be painted
Could not be worded
Could not be physicaly given
Only experienced
And through tall tales mankind poisons its offspring
poisons them with thoughts to be perfect
fabricated propaganda to extend hope of a cure
So that maybe finding truth in every persona could allow us to relive a cinderella story thats origins were of compacted lies and deciet
Shadowing the true nature of every being
And implanting this wretched and abominable flu
One that can be only calmed by the degrading of the opposite sex to a suicidal end.

Making the world sick, reflecting it's inhabitants

Maybe we need a rapture

Or maybe we just need to wake up from this medicined coma authority has created 

realizing we are all conjoined into this computer,

this fake, open road, lined with a fire squad set to empty rounds on mistakes

But through this insanity, we have to take the narrow path

Let the spirit in you tell yourself something you havent heard from another tongue

Break out of your hermits course and shade over already colored areas to then make something

Something truly beautiful