I can't forget I am a sole architect I built the shadows here I built the growl in the voice I fear.

I know that man's going to be my death! But I'm not sick of shadows. I can see the light as it comes through the curtains. I can feel the wind on my face. I've been waiting for the day I die. Besides, I've been told I'll die before I'm old. I watch the stars rain and I laugh. He'll see my face in a different place. And love will still weigh more than the feather my heart should be to gain entrance through the Gates.

All contact and aftertaste. It's like I'm still waiting for the wounds to heal. Stopping your heart from Hate

Do you think all the pages removed from the holy text have been forgotten in history? Or are they hidden and kept under hand and key in some temple in Tibet?

What's Going to happen when one of the million messiahs comes down and tells us everything else is a lie? What if he's not your messiah? Will he set the world aflame? Or live amongst us? Will he once again be lost and forgotten in time?

What if they all came down from the heaves and hells. Declaring Men gods for creating them? Would we use them like we used the crusades? Will we ascend in through? Would we suppress them like slaves? Or use them as weapons in Holy Wars against our own kind? Being they of our own creation?

Would they revolt and overthrow us? Would they kill all us greedy and selfish humans? Or would we change places and then fade away as the historians of our creations forgot some of us existed? Would we war with them? Or open them up to see their insides?