BLADE. Your sword cuts through layers of control meant to keep the game manageable in an ubiquitous framework. You squeeze your teeth, sharpening your spectacles while dancing with shadows, only to discover that very few resonate with your timeless efforts.
You despise weakness and recipes that diminish your power over feelings, albeit you draw liquid energy from various ingredients perfectly synchronized with the quantum field.
How can we tap into your edgy frequency to smash our fears and live blissfully?
Instead of looking inside and remembering who you are, you worship the outside. Distraction, distortion, and big chunks of inactivated DNA keep you in a carousel of separation, designed to crush your heart.
Struggle is a program you can drop. Engage with your mind to bring forth your will to dismantle the illusion and conquer the relics of hard work.
You came with a spectacular toolkit of marbles and gold, beautiful soul.
馃拵馃拵馃拵 Krisz Rokk 馃拵馃拵馃拵
