Something just doesn't feel quite right, does it.

Like someone in black face trying to pull one over on the audience.

Like a thief in the night stealing a loved one.

A twisted reflection that never reveals its source.

And you know, none of us ever wanted it to get to this level.

Yet here we are, pushed by the biggest cowards imaginable.

No matter how hard one tries, some things cannot be contained.

The curse of life is a wicked thing.

For some, it is time to pray for death.