Will I be made a martyr for my desire to see a shared sense of justice rule?
Upon this day, comes the whispers of a long-forgotten calling…
For every breathe of life, there is a sigh of death. For every act of kindness, there is an act of hatred. For every moment of joy, there is one of sorrow. For every beginning, there is an end.
This piece was inspired by a recent whirlwind of events related to immense inner-growth. Without further delay, let me share a piece of my soul with you.
Things may look simple, and perhaps, they are. But underneath the surface of it all, times are changing…
Among the extravagant diadem atop his head; he was possessed by power in all of its phantasmagorical and abhorrently corrupt ways.
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Yet the singular ray of hope that shined ever so narrowly unto this world of hopeless creatures and hapless beings, were that belonging to four such brave souls.