Find the light in you darkest hour.

Find truth among a million lies.

Find joy in every tradgedy.

For we're all lost souls

Wandering the universe,

Trying to make sense of this hellish reality.

If we're not, then what are we doing?

Reality is a joke and we're all waiting on the punchline.

The joke in reality is that fantasy is deemed insane,

Though we all live it every day.

We're guided by our own delusions.

We're guided by our misconception of the greater picture.

We are life and life is us,

But too many seek to destroy it.

Even more sit idely by,

While the end of days aproaches,

Thinking nothing can be done.

Only the few and the gifted

Harness the power to save our existance.

That is, if we ever existed at all.