| To try and separate real from false, is a doctrine that takes years of loss. Look at the nations built upon foundations of blood and bones, take heed to the ways of the world, fantasy is in fact reality, if you can think it, if you can dream it. Its real. That which you feel, that which can be seen. To escape into a falsehood that was thought up, may not be existent in one realm, but in another, no one knows, what goes on in a mans mind. That which you dream, can bring to wake in a scream, or sooth you into a sensual sleep. To breathe and feel the meaning of real, oh, to finally understand, you cannot understand all, but comprehend only what you want! Jesters dancing and mocking a Faith, fools quick to show off folly, what a waste. How many more debates must continue before the masses learn to shut their mouths and dissipate, for it is a taste of fate, just spreading hate, just bleeding without a cause. But the cause is our own, to create the reason is just an excuse untold! |
