Three-hundred bombs could make the human race extinct. We have become our own annihilation. We’ve made drafts and put men on the front lines of war to be torn apart, mutated, and waving flags of hate flown as victories. We have made man into Test lab rates and disfigured the word humane in our strain to be number one because we can never accept number two. Our biggest discoveries have been torture devices for science maybe ignorance is bliss because we’re always in a reliance for pain to bring independence. For pain to bring intelligence, but to know is to fail trying for the truth there’s always consequences to have hope. And if hope is a serum used to cure them then there is bodies along the way.
-A.H.-