What once was impossible, shall now be probable, who once was unknowing, shall now be a clairvoyant, what once was deceased, shall now find new life within, who once was shunned, shall now rule over the world... Through the ancient prophecies of inhuman distinction, these promises of a new and brighter day have been made, from now to eternity not one heart shall rest until it is done, the selfish beliefs of man shall soon a thing of the past... But why should you believe of the nonsense I speak? I’m just a rambling old fool that knows not what I say, a dreamer of misfortune that has lost his way home, an insane victim unto my own diabolical games, for this is reality, not some plane of unknowing fantasy... Ahh yes... But what is reality but the play yard for the dreamer, for the fantasy realm is where he truly calls home, he sees things as they really are, not clouded in a haze of not knowing or caring to find the truth, yes, he is the one who holds the world in the palm of his hand... Yet you still ask how I speak of such disaster to befall mankind, for you did nothing deserve such an unjustified and untimely fate, we only made lives for ourselves to live, to be happy within, to be free, what’s so wrong with that? We see nothing wrong in it... And if you believe that, then you shall be the first thrown to the lions, for you built your houses upon the bones of weak of heart, the ones that are wish masters, and the persistent dreamers, you built your walls from tearing there’s down, just so you could get a step higher in life... Ahhh... The sky is beautiful tonight, the plentiful diamonds adorning the flowing velvety sky, take one last look at it my friends, for in the end, it shall be the true dreamers who owns it all...Birth sign: Aries
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