Untitled #293

BVB_Reus · December 2013

I don't know if you're ready to see what I want to show you, but unfortunately, we have run out of time. They're coming for you and I'm not sure what they're going to do. Do you want to know what it is? That feeling you have had all your life; that feeling that something was wrong with the world; and you don't know what it is but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad, driving you to me. But what is it? It is everywhere, its all around us, here even in this room. You can see it out your window or on your television. You feel it when you go to work or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. That you are a slave, that you, like everyone else, was born into bondage. Kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch; A prison for your mind.