For some of us, there was a time when we truly lived; a time when good and evil was black and white, and thought for its long term effects needn’t press itself as so much a burden upon are shoulders. Good and evil was black and white, and the dreams we dreamed could be as real as the reality around us, and who would take advantage of that innocence, why, when doing as such would be to bring forth the demons of purgatory? But then we grow up to realize that the world is run by those very demons and we fold; we become one with the world of people around us who show us their paths and beckon us follow for anything else would be foolish, for that is the way of the world, and we are of the world, to not conform means punishment at what is to be considered are very own hands. The demons have angel eyes, and swept away are we in their cold embrace.

As the sun sets then so do shadows fall. As the earth revolves then so do men evolve, conforming minds blending the lines as the old ways dissolve.