What has become of this world? A place so beautiful, yet so corrupt. We're dying. All of us. We long to find happiness. What is happiness in a place like this? How do we survive our own demise? I can no longer breathe. I can no longer thrive. An ex-drug addict. An ex-alcoholic. I am surviving in this world, full of all those who are damned. Death is heaven. Life is hell. When we die, we all go to heaven, for hell is right here on our doorsteps.
What is a life, if nothing but pain and suffering? A light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe love will save our souls.
A heart can only take so much pain before it gives out right from under itself. Fear is a protector. Fear protects us from the dangers of life. Maybe fear can save us.
If you died tomorrow, will you be happy with what you've done in life? Will we pay for what we've done? Will we pay for who we were? Where are all the answers? They tell us to question everything. Why?
What will become of us?
Have you ever wondered what we will see in the end? Who? Will our fears follow us in death?
Iron trees and paved roads-- this is not what we need. We need to be free.
Discuss.
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