Solemn souled yet face sorely smiling. Customs shared by the ones who do not bear to live, and who sit on the altar of the other's wants. Our soul not of ourselves I see, that had lost itself in the chromed steels of our screens, which we now resemble.
Let us expect that we can think, when we can't even look up, unneeded, into the lives of us, the privileged. The silver illuminated in our hands, which are truly hands of others, for they have shaped us past ourselves, numbed identities from the organic joys that the perfect child loved, not fearing, to the truncated squarities of the modern meaningless world, where common sense is laughed at, and truth seems a lie.
Exploit the ones that shed light! Those who do not feed the trendy beast are eaten. Let's tolerate those that tolerate back! Let's love the ones that earn it. Well the one(s) to whom we owe it do not live on the earth we think is ours. No person deserves the love we so desire to give and get, so there cannot be a conditional love.
History, and now, leave a choice: to observe an unconditional love, even for the ones that laugh at truth, or a hate, even for the ones that are overcome by the twisted foundations we unknowingly created. This hurt was certainly not on purpose! Remember the light shines brightest in the dark and we cannot bear it, by ourselves. Love the one that deserves it and love the ones that he loves. We are the same.