Fucking Emo!
AC
Darkness is liquid, dripping through the cracks in reality and puddling in the recesses of mortal thought. We push forward light, crying out a false face bright with hope and optimism. Pools of radiance dot the landscape of the collective consciousness, pushing back the gloom, but our gathered apathy is not to be denied, so the light is slowly choked and snuffed. Religion claims the ability to abolish darkness, to end the night, but all constructs of man eventually contribute to the dusk. The denial of the dawn. At the end of our tale, the last of us will stand atop a mountain of corpses. Piles of our murdered shells used to climb above the rising tide. They will stand upon the bodies of their loved ones and cackle in madness as the pitch black water rises above their head.
Joke, just a joke.
AC
Darkness is liquid, dripping through the cracks in reality and puddling in the recesses of mortal thought. We push forward light, crying out a false face bright with hope and optimism. Pools of radiance dot the landscape of the collective consciousness, pushing back the gloom, but our gathered apathy is not to be denied, so the light is slowly choked and snuffed. Religion claims the ability to abolish darkness, to end the night, but all constructs of man eventually contribute to the dusk. The denial of the dawn. At the end of our tale, the last of us will stand atop a mountain of corpses. Piles of our murdered shells used to climb above the rising tide. They will stand upon the bodies of their loved ones and cackle in madness as the pitch black water rises above their head.
Joke, just a joke.