Murder upon the windowsill I travel to the depths of the mind to conquer the prequels that exist in such a technological society to bring forth the answer that all men wish to know, then answer of an illusion created beneath our souls. The inconsequential actions of the forefather make such a vtal statement and which we cannot deter, we cannot falter the only reason is to live and learn the knowledge that we create is nothing more than pseudo-intellectual ramblings. Bathe in the sunlit rooms and the corridors of the mind shall speak to you about gratuitous amounts of suffering and despair. Nothing more we can do but to weep in the sorrow of death. We cannot continue such a path of self destruction. There is a deeper meaning, and we can always follow the source. Nothing is sacred, we must continue for all ends, not heeding to any words. Just to follow that light, and to never stray.