Everything is quiet now, it changes like the sweet wind of Heaven, somewhere I want to go. It'll be better than this, there is no love or happiness here, no skin to touch, no broken windows, lots of rolling hills and rain arriving. Their cremated food, spite and malicious mockery. Empty people who think a murder of an unborn child will somehow cure a rape, or unchain a so-called mother from the responsibility of what happens when you have sex. Abortions are evil, if you support it, you are evil. I have so many doors to choose, this is my house, this was a real picture, you all seem to accuse me of such things, so look at it and stare. Easy to figure out which one is mine, a place where the hallway maze goes. Trust me, it's a maze, I made them build it that way for me.
