« The Glory of the tainted hearts. »

Play along the games of insanity as designed by this imposed serenity. Freedom has a taste as sour as the smile and laughter of those who were once enemies; and friends are no longer important as per a dream that once was.

So where does the end stands with its Promised Land and its Smiley Hearts? Everyone is seeking the lost fortune of the others' hearts and glories. I can feel the loneliness of their thoughts. I can feel their shameful minds and the lack of love in the battles they fought. It makes me feel even more sick and about to throw up.

So here I stand with a question not answered. Here I stand with a bargained love in a society of thousand roaming walls. Here I stand, facing you, with as little as my love could have fought, ditching into the soil of ignored fouls. Here I stand, as stood so many before me, waiting for the truthful ease of mind. Waiting for the last wish of the sailor who thought he had a dream. Endlessly waiting for you, my brother and sister, to make a move to ease my mind.