1 Introductory Poem

The world is a cruel illusion invented by

stereotypically-driven minds.

The world looks elliptical from your view;

But from a looking glass, you'll discover that

it's only drifting apart.

You'll see the world in indecent hues,

but you're blind to because what is really left of us

is the dull knives that your father promised to hand you,

so you will fiddle it's edges, so it will kill your time.

People are the diabolics,

the sons from the hurt you sold;

The product of war.

"Was An Amber"

Author: YNNIE234