One day when we are at our graves, waking up dead in the midst of our agony to witness the nightmare that awaits for us on the other side. I only wish that we could prevent this from happening. But sadly after all we do, crying kicking and screaming into this world alone; we alone can only return to the dirt we were brought back from. Oh, Devil. You wait for the evil ones, when it is the world itself that is biased and politically incorrect to see that we are all evil to someone. No one can seem good to everyone and no one can seem evil to anyone. We are human! Not angels nor demons! If only someone could shout this out to the world, crying, kicking and screaming, but we are only mindless infants in His Story. Shout! Be free and don't let this system written in text and prayer hold you back to what can save this world from further torment and unknowning. Oh Galileo, Copernicus, Luther, Newton, Machiavelli, you will be missed.