In that red-glowing room with souls writhing and that loud, furious music pumping, it's important to note it's more than just the music. There's a rage already burning. A loss already taken and all that once was hope has become a festering pool for depression and angst.

Those fuming vocals aren't the precursor to ruin. They're the last drops that flood the ship. Exciting and igniting the fires within.

Do not be apart of the huddled masses all streaming together hoping someone knows the way. Pull away and find a path for yourself. It doesn't have to be "the way." It doesn't have to be anything but what you make it. Just use that gift of thought. Let your mind do it's job, and you'll find out where you want to go...and how to get there.

The public is asleep. I'm thankful for waking. Now if only conciousness could spread just as effectively as this sleep has.

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