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The matter of the situation is pain. The heart beat like a love song or a violin playing the strings. The pain is unbreakable, stainable, unbelieveable strong. The more humanity tries to hide the more it grows conquering which was once lost but now found in the eyes of hell. You try to break threw but its making you weak in the eyes of God, the father, the healer. Sometimes you wonder why it is happening but cant put your finger on it. It bothers you like when a little boy/girl crying looking for his mother or father non- stop. Its just crazy what the world has become. Darken no daylight, nothing but an evil creeping around feeding on the flesh of the guilty and cold harded. No one can save them but you.