I feel as though i have embarked on a new journey in life, happiness is not permanent, a
dead end craft rest deeply inside of me. Failure prospers as though i harvest it with a
vengenance. I am a citizen of pure life, engaging in my own salvation, no longer a
priveleged fool with a slave mentality. I lust for forgiveness therapy, will i ever be able to
right my wrongs, making melody in my heart is a steady process but i hear no joyful
noise.My instruments of love only seem to perform thunderous deceit, suffering is my
foundation, wounded time is on my side.