Wake

Concieled within the confines of damnation. Searching for the socially accepted reallity that must be. Creativly consolidated to the lie that makes me feel real. I am but a pawn on he platter of life, waiting to be served to the Beast. The Beast who dictates the control of the movement in life, the destination, Are so called path. The Beast Who in theory relies on the blind, dumb, weak, to follow thier place in line. He who fears a free thought, a new idea, the soul who steps to no line walks his own path. We are all implied to conform to his idea, his path, destined to live the life of slumber. The faceless one pulls the strings ever so slight as to keep us walking in are slumber like state numb to all new thought. When will we cut the unseen twine that defies are unlimited potential, constricting are flow of light and clearity, darkening are souls to the cripling depths of dispair.

When will we rise above the Beast expose the faceless one, show are courage, define are selves, Leave the line of constraint, and walk are own path?!! When will we form are own Idea, thought, concept?!! Will we be the people who Walk the path of are own idea, Will we Wake?!!

Nick Reese

Wake

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Joined February 2008

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