Emotions Are The Sums Created

The Light Of A New Day Always Chases The Shadows Of The Night Away, And Shows Us That The Shape Of Our Fears Is Only The Ghost Of Our Own Minds.

Alone, He Must Bear The Weight Of A Sin He Dare Not Confess To The One Person He Loves…and Has Lost.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.

Charity, If You Have The Means, Is A Personal Choice, But Charity Which Is Expected Or Compelled Is Simply A Polite Word For Slavery.

Fools Who Won't See The Truth Are Deadly.