“We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.”

“We can’t run away from what defines our fates. Who we are and what we believe in grow from the roots of our past, no matter how much we might try to deny it.”

“So we are said to be what our desire is. As our desire is, so is our will. As our will is, so are our acts. As we act, so we become.”

“As we live, our hearts turn colder. Cause pain is what we go through, as we become older. We get insulted by others, lose trust for those others. We get back stabbed by friends. It becomes harder for us to give others a hand. We get our heart broken by people we love, even that we give them all we have. Then we lose family over time. What else could rust the heart more over time? Blackgold.”

“In hatred is love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.”

“Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.”