We were bound to a reality and compelled to accept it.
We stopped dreaming, stopped aspiring for the better tomorrow, because it wasn’t possible.
We had a life of a walking dead. everything was gray ! shady .. vague .. irritating .. suffocating, but that dark thick smothering cloud is gone now.
I don’t feel any sympathy or empathy towards you. I don’t forgive you, you caused a lot of destruction and grief.
I wish, with all the hate for you in my heart, that you live in pain you and your dynasty, and that you suffer underground, when you meet the God that made you.
Now, we should celebrate, open our arms to a life with possibilities !
Dream! and do nothing but dreaming