Words may be the enemy of damaged hearts,The subtleties of facial expressions culminate,Body language is judged by traumatized intentions.
Weaponized whispers of the untold hold heavy on those who have yet to identify their pain.
The Pinnacle of childhood creation fed by an illusion created by the simulation.
Stimulated Senses of shame gravitate towards tainted minds that were once relinquished from those in search of Devine, further expanding the divide.
In between the two sides remains a lie, the ones who know why, are the ones willing to die.