Hands are shaky, head exploding. The fever of pain creeping under the skin. Never again I said, but yet these words I am forced to devour every moment, every day. I believe, therefore I am...then is my belief not strong enough to withstand the frictions of our lives? Shudder the thought that god has forsaken us, sent us into this abyss of cruel emptiness that I feel at my stomach's pit.What is truth and what is lie... I can no longer identify, the weave has run over long ago from a better time. Blood no longer gives us strength, sanctuary, only another avenue for hatred and mistrust. Is this what the world has come to? Is this the end, or merely the beginning of? Don't forget......never....