The background is my old dog's bed, perfect place for charging.
~Why must we riot? Why must we protest, just to be heard buy the world?~
~What's right is wrong. What's come has gone. What's clear and pure is not so sure. It came to me All. promises become a lie. All thats benign corrupts in time. (Mountains don't stand the test Of time) The fallacy Of, epiphany~