-~•WHÅtRĘÅŞØN•~part 1

• ~∞~ • Endless thoughts provide insight , and can elude the weary soul. The things that should not be, are never done without a reason. And, though they may not seem to be; even ripened fruit are known by their season. And a bruised reed shall Wę not bend; but, forever mend and salvage the end. Every reason of something has a purpose that shall not be understood. Even, if one claim to understand. Words to ponder: imminent succession of thoughts, nouns and verbs. Derived from the very root, of salty water suburbs. Like the ink that drips from the end of a pen: A liquid language of sanctified light, inherently black as the universe. Negativity reigns supreme in the hearts of many children. Albeit innocent from their youth: Conforming to immersive threats, outfoxing the most ancient of dragons. Clever in ways of technology; yet, ignorant in ways so common to man. But, you are the chosen, amidst many who have fallen before you. Have you not heard what is said? Have ye not seen, what is done in the land? Even the divided, walk and stand as whole.. What banner do they display? What role have they, in a theatrical play? Casually tossing the lives of the innocent as prey. As if nothing is better than Death they a