The toys of our lives always vary on the chosen viewpoint we are all living, maybe in time we could avenge his death, and save this world, we should watch that raven swooping in from above, the one distasteful in the essence of truth, maybe we can find our true form, where we will dance in the fields of tomorrow, and bury the destroyed lives of yesterday, we didn't all know this would come, we didn't all know this would become it, that whispered word upon everyones breath, upon every breeze, even the trees, the crows are watching, awaiting their moment to devour those corrupt minds upon the empty battlefield, who told us not to do this, who wished the heavens to crush us before the end, before it would of been this painful, it is always too hard to let go, but we all must learn to space this life to learn, to touch, to see, to become the next in line, to take that door away from what this world has done, don't be shy, dive in, and you will be welcomed by the world of people with full tables, and full bellies, and open hearts, extinct of the previous feelings, forgotten and forgiven, its time to start anew, how bout you.