A year closer death, ne’er tasted so sweet. Why should we fear what lays ahead and shall happen? We cry to be salvaged, and fight to be venture; the face that is fake. We attempt to accomplish the task of life, to be sent above and die serendipity. LIES. Compel to be good, told to be nice. Once to many and you shall die dysphoric. Holy and praised. Kiss thy feet that fuck your children. Put your life in the hands of nothing, jump the sky and sees who saves you. You continue to talk what you don’t know, and continue to make a fool out of nothing left to pity. Envision The Tower and portrait it. Let it over power you and consume you; like everything else. I let you go and you respond as if the apocalypse is near. The innocence of child can see farther more than the ignorance of an adult, who doesn’t see through the fence of ingeniousness.