Unjust frequency

A level of saturation has become the fate of one mans kind. The blunder of all is now personal as I smash my fists to the ground to create organisms destroying angst. I will proceed past you fate and I will look back at you with memories of sorrow laughing briefly to my self as you wither away. It means nothing this settlement, It means nothing this it is, If our hearts drove us to its strength we would all be prosper and prosper would be life for we would religiously worship each other. The dimension seeded is with in the vein while blood seeps with tear drop splatters underneath the fingertips of true experience. The blood that flows livingly is the footsteps in which creates its own path to harmonize well crafted lines shading what shall be shadowed. It is not a job for one to set the goal for other ones self being, It is the job of I and I equals experience.