Were it not for the fact that life is simple, users, usurpers and vultures of all kinds would have nothing with which to act.
The colours changed but the world stayed the same.
It was by your act which I came to be.
Suspended in an abyss, separate from a world beyond, yet part of it in turn.
In the darkness before I start to dream, I see it there before me.
What marvellous truths the written word can dispel when when the wealth of the corrupt springs forth to convince all it can of that which is truly right and wrong.