Once you came of age you've learned why this can't be love. This? This place we dwell. If this place were love, then here would be no illnesses or deaths or hatreds or slanders bound to strike your physical body and its ability to make it into the future. Only a fool would give this place their heart. Only a fool would trust in this place. Only a fool can get along with a place full of liars and them who determine not to have understanding. If I were to ask you a question, would you have it in your heart already not to answer? If that is the case, then you see how this place only makes you bitter toward others. Some of you have dark hearts. Those are they which wont talk straightly nor answer straightly nor walk straightly in the light where things are best noticeable to most. Let me ask you this, where is your heart? As for me, my heart is not of this world. For a person come of age knows where their heart truely is always. Mine is of a place afar off from here. Mine is with that grand "hath" scheme, not this poor "hath not" scheme. This place is a catch 22, with nothing but deceitful fine prints, a spoilsome stinch, molds, and grimy-crusty dirt and slug. Can't like a place where they hold grudges all day. Are you kidding me? I know I can't. This place isn't well toward any person. You can't deny this either from within.
