Chapter 3: Anger
"It wasn't mean't to be this way; yet it was never meant to be fair. But why to the man who lives off of cutting hair, or to the woman who gives loving stares to the people who care?
Maybe it's from sheer dillusion to what's real, as if our atmosphere doesn't know what to feel.
Who's who speaks the ignorant "one" preaching soulfully from his innate knowledge stored but never developed.
He was an eccentric; they say--someone you'd want to know, but I didn't. You see power, I see hate--the world divine yet blind with stitched blood from your naked eye. Don't speak; scream. That's how they listen."