Single units too unfit to fit in.A random jigsaw piece, in pieces, nailed to a system of sadistic statistics.
Two faced barriers, that crossed the line, blocking positive paths.
Many go through hell, asking their demons for help… receiving death, before perceiving life.
No law, and no man can crucifix a persons persecuted personality. Except he that sings hymns to himself, or she, who learns to see, her once evil flaws as divine imperfections.
Many give directions, None can change one’s path. None can solve the mystery within ones self . Many will try, but only you know, what it takes to save yourself