I write with the hand of a man, that would take all he can, just to ease the pain of those that can't make easy for themselves the life in which we live inside of this no mans land.
Bland?
Not even a chance.
Dealt a hand for which I've already devised a plan to alter the course of destiny in haste of myself.
These cards are not yet a full house, yet the goals and aspirations of the young will not be flushed away by false kings and queens, or hounded by jokers.
But shall be raised on a pedestal and carried upon the giants shoulders.
In a place were reality has no meaning, the dark and the dreary suckling the bosom of the pure.
From shore to shore, Dreams shall shine and the corrupt will thrive no more.