Cherish those who seek the truth ;
But be weary of those who find it.
Unfathomable compartmentalization of the instruments of our Liberation.
Truth, truth, truth, truth. Without me their can be no true freedom, without me their is only but meaninglessness and manipulations. They fight this cold war.
These old weapons with lies and deceit. Where shall we go we who wander this wastelands in search of our betterselves.
You will know the truth and it will set you free.
The motto adorns our walls but does not permeate the crevices of our souls. Shape the truth to our desires not our desires to the truth. Like the knife in the woods, the Good in us is being hunted and we are haunted over our Castles on the Hills.
The sons of anarchy had their ways to the Golden sand on the plains of morrow, to furrow out their world on the Far East Coast side of the moon, where serpentine creatures dwelth.. An animal that has its tail in its mouth ; A degraded Animal that not only kill others but devours its flesh.. We are all Headed to the very Coldest Pits of Dante’s Infernal Hell..
To reminisce on the Mistakes of the Nostalgia we Left for Frivolous Unrealities…