(694) Thinking Straight, An Impossible Task

Fever burns the inner sanctum of the brain, allowing an enormous strain among the nerves within. To creep among the vessels of ceremonious culture, relating to the whole stream of endless torment. Searching for freedom, yet finding a doorway of doom and gloom, covered in an unfriendly film, a good mind stays not in tune, dies much too soon. A travesty, is present, the inside not in touch with the outside, raging toward a deep dark hell. It is not absurd to assume if the righteous turned the other cheek, becoming evil with the beasts they meet, what horrors would we face, if evil mimicked grace. Is it possible, day is night, good is evil a dream is reality and life is death. Confusion takes over the inner core of The brain when depression is able to reign.