if i were to write on a piece of paper for a few to read... i would shout 'wake the hell up, and begin to breath'... 'we are not yet free, but victims of slavery from our own sleep'.
my words would climb the highest peaks, to reach minds in the clouds and on the lands beneath. where the great have stood to speak, of the laws to oppress and enslave the mind's belief.
my breath shall not be wasted on skills and the mastery of fate. for destiny is ours if we love that we were taught to hate.