Fate

I picked a flower today. It was as bright as life and yet as dull as death. In fact, no flower grew were I picked it. It was only pure concrete. Think about all the flowers that are being concreted at this present moment. Its life just fades in our hands and yet none understands why it was alive in the first place. Let me let you march toward the destiny, the fate of our terra. None shall withstand its corruption. None shall withstand its infinite end. Marked.