I feel like I'm about to drown. It feels like I have sunk too deep. The mask of water over me, pushing me down. Has now become too burdensome to overcome.
Torment, hatred, calamity I've strived to overcome, for years. A recollection, I would like to believe. As a faded water-mark is the only thing that remains.
Did you ever feel it's like you're hanging over an abyss?. Your hands are tied, you can't break loose. You're still hanging only because your teeth. Have grasped the outermost twig of life.
Under fire, we're at war. Information is colliding. With our great intentions. And distracting our flow of energy. . We are enslaved. By fear, rage, pain and jealousy.
Let's walk in a line. Let's do what the person in front of us does. Believe in what he believes. Let's forget our identity. . So that we can assume no responsibility.
God created man in his own image. But ever since the fall of man. Man is but a sinner who must do penance. That is what God's servants say. . A true believer was hit by misfortune.
Diagrams, blueprints, sketches are drawn. Infinite calculations so accurate. Lines, circles, angles, images are linked. To perfection be combined. . Feverish movements to fulfill the plan.