.MISANTHROPY AND LOVE.

Death. Seems no longer seen sacred to love. Blind. Led by virtue that's now far away and gone. Forgotten beauty left in this world to an end. Human, all too human, wasted prayer to mend. What future has a life consumed with breaths absorbed by Man? A front end pass to being left behind and feeling dead inside. A dead town ride. Die lovely. Instead Man hangs a cross around his neck and takes a loss. Die lonely. Follow the masses into an empty shell consumed of lies. Gaze long into an abyss it stares right back.

Man is just a portal to a distant world filled of languages only spoken by gods, that endlessly love, hate, and laugh. Human, all too human. So lovely.