With you in Sickness Chapter 2 Death
The world is due for a savior one which would never come , the world is due for peace one which will never be , the world is due for change one that will never happen , what is one to do in this day and age besides hear the winds through the dead oak trees , I know them as the whispers of death and failure representing the clock work known as our time you see for every war won we have also lost , for every sense of completion comes on the side of failure , we are what I call puppets with loose strings even though we can walk and say what we want we're still bound to those strings , there for we have limits of what we can do and the more we know and the more we resolve is the friction that burns the string that confined us to the floors of limits thus being the key to survive is knowledge and knowledge is never ending a resembling feature to the soul so I feed my thoughts for it to never be hungry I feed it to overcome my fear of the wolves I am one they are a pack my body stands no chance there pack is limited by the fact of numbers ,
my mind is endless with no number matching its count the wolves want one thing I want many I climb the dead oak tree thinking of outcome wait till sunrise and hope for change the wolves still only one thing on there minds and thats to be fed they wait under the tree
what if I was to say the human race are the wolves and on top of that tree is me I am knowledge you just waiting down there your not going to get me.
its been weeks now the wolves have died waiting for me to come to them such a familiar sight of what is happening in our lifetime.