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I was once an avid believer in many things.
I believed in love, in compassion, in hope.
I even believed in a god watching lovingly over us
and that somewhere, within the mystery of it all,
there was a special place for us.
This inclination towards blind faith was strong in me,
stamped upon my DNA, cultivated through my upbringing.
I was sheltered from the brutal reality of this world,
hidden from the horrible truths of our existence.
The lucky among us remain sheltered, shielded by ignorance,
but I am not one of those fortunate few.
For nothing, perhaps not even death, can erase from my tortured mind
the far-reaching implications of what I now know.
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