This is the end

This is the end

You wait to find that I’m still here

And you’ve been waiting for the light to shine


At its heart, violence is almost always,

in one way or another, personal.




Peace is an illusion.

And no matter how tranquil the world seems,

peace doesn’t last long.

Peace is a struggle against our very nature.

A skin we stretch over the bone, muscle, and sinew

of our own innate savagery.



From the

sky above,

there is always

the mud below.




Sometimes, belief isn’t about what we can see.

It’s about what we can’t.



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