A blissful opposition withheld in time as in cages, which have raided eternity of its precious meaning. Trampled traps trading traditions as it they are needed, yet reality stricken oppression without progression proves its true devilment. Prose misunderstood through easiness. Its as if those who speak for us, speak of us, about us and because of us their language of nonsense is reaped so smoothly to the rest of the world that our portrayal is ridiculously ridiculed and yet we do nothing to protect our image. Deranged demons we seem as the masterminds of the masses mysteriously murder our minds mad and in time we mingle matters marvelous although they have miraculously murdered our essential meaning.
-BeautifiedMind
