EXIT
Holes in the fabric of space and time. Holes in the theories of body and mind. Light enters freely, masked by darkness which never escapes, yet never tries. Passion. Ability. Tranquility. Never surfacing. Trapped in a world of self hate, of fear brought upon myself, yourself, ourselves. Radiance staunched. Dream dead. Deathbed. Godsend is life's end. Reprieve from an ambiguous dystopia.

PURGATORY I
Four walls. Saviour. Sanity. Insanity. Nurturing. Nourishing. Devastating. Trapped inside.

PURGATORY II
Darkness remains. Drowned. Knifed. Lynched. Impossibilities always in the back of the mind. Encapsulating. Waiting to smother. Never forgotten. Never removed. Bearing down with the waves of time. An ending held at bay by some faint memory of light.

CRISIS
The deceptive silence of an industrious cosmos. Science. Nonsense. Lies. Truths denied and unknown. Oceans deep and an endless above. Mysteries behind mysteries. Questions. Absolute morality? The horrifying experiences of life. The burden of the great unknown.

4113 - 4114 (HISTORY PT. III)
... and on a new millennia morning nothing had changed. "How many of you are scared?" A lone hand is raised. The future trapped in the grip of the past. Monuments reduced to rubble. Lost in life, we suffer all the same. Subsisting on a memory. Subsisting on a lie. Born into failure. Pompous eternally. I may die a thousand deaths before finding truth, but in the final end bury me in the kingdom of fulfillment.

“Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?”