our "heaven"...our "hell"...will drag on our bootheels...wherever we go...they are our fiber...our
being...distainfully true...no escape...none...they...are parasitic...feeding...hosting on us....for some
reason...we are the chosen...the reason..???...does it matter???...when we know this???...does it
matter...does it really matter???...just knowing...we are the crucified...the chosen...for only the blind...that
can see...
i do believe...i believe...this...is our purpose...
...Belle
