rise from the hell we've created.
considerations become archaic. once I had come to despise humanity. mans endless cycle of self destruction and moral decay.
a new seed must be planted within.
once born we must preserve it with strength. a vital struggle for a higher cognizance must be fought within, we must be our own salvation.
I made this my fight, to rectify, I wont break faith, no compromise. as one well rise from the depths of dejection. born into chaos, struggle blind to evolve.
a conscious effort to strive, to absolve. I made this my fight.
