None shall pass into an age of renewal if their soul has not miraculously conformed out of society’s image of a heart.
Pull the pulse from the political machine and break down its components. The force—the mood of an image, a person to the people, a time... all for change.

There is no sign of the time we elapse into an unknown place, it slowly unfolds. No warnings. Illuminate the sign of the vibe in the crowd of youth and you too will express no regrets. Blood turns wine when it leaks for police like "that's not a riot… it's a feast, let's eat!" It goes like this—duty and death.