"Life is a cryptic, allusions misleading the enlighten path to which we have no conclusion. The mind sleeps, while the soul griefs. Imprison the eyes that can't see; ignorance becomes bliss. We harbor a disease that eliminates peace & harmony of mind & soul. Life is ****** out of us from a black hole. Born from a dying mother, the heavens are set on fire, my eyes & tongue are cut, which the demon requires. Tell me again father, when will this be over, I want to believe a land of glorious textures, will we ever learn to escape this dream or fall asleep deeper to an infinite realm of empty vessels of dying souls?