my birth was a savage act by the animal kingdom, darvinism to the core of my misanthrope mind grown indor. every bone. scratched by the exblock mirror. on the other side of the window i can hear your choice by the widow calin you to calm down eny time you expressed a thought about sin war. you appear again as i sent the sign and mess on the floor as you smash the door is to hear like the picking up of your pad to avoid the pain anger give you. as youhit the head. side by side even miles away the hit then the sound every sinner pay the age brought us together the age of loneliness