Blue box of collective trained madness. Finding words of sorrow. Sounds of doors closing on completely empty rooms. A large subconscious army enters while silence continues. Finally broken, but with no sound to share. Honest frozen minds nodding to a world of unlucky people. The science of truth screams out of empty dusty mirrors on the walls. Black death of a beginning era and yet the strange ways of prophetic regret cannot explain what i had to do to find my pen.