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Every time I close my eyes, I see a scary vision of my soul's truest desires. A twisted reality of which my own mind strays to see fit enjoyment, the one thing human nature has given us with evil so great that with it alone can destroy all of human kind. It was a vision of blood thirst, a vision of anger and total hatred. Waterfalls of purity stained in the darkest crimson and the life it held now only mud on the side of the shore of reality, the very essence that is man's beauty slowly fading to the darkness in which it came. Wilderness of beauty and passion withered into crisps of darkness, bringing about cold and abandonment of ones true cares, the very essence of hatred running frozen for eternity, for even then sunlight will fail and then the knowledge of true nature will be shown. Oceans created of sorrow, the very howls of many to be singing the roar of lost hope, in every generation the killing instincts of a wretched man under the hands of the forbidden world. To be swallowed into depression like the sun over the mountains to only leave out a cold imprint of mans lost vision. My eyes open and only confirm this vision true, what has been created, what has been done?