The Bride - Condolences

Impersonation, your potential is wasted. Betrayer of faith, i think that it’s about damn time you faced this. My face is as white as the walls and sheets. But with the will of one good man, these sparks became flames and the war began. I will validate a selfish existence, with a selfless advance. I will rid myself of indecency with this pen in my hand. I was then as you will be, incapable of anything. This is in our hands, our family, our friends. This is so worth making amends. I’ll see this through until the end. Turn your back and walk in shame as i do, for every day you stained, the faith that defines you. Let me ask you this: “How is anyone to remember the name of a man with two faces?“ Growing up, i believed that we could make, our own history This is in our hands, our memories, our plans. I’ll live this life like it’s just began.