“Degradation of your fame”; everyday, you make this claim. But your arguments make no sense. Your explanations prove useless. Like the cracks reigning through this window set on a slight crescendo. It’s been proven that it’s preferred your eyes to remain black and your lips to remain sealed and your bleeding wounds never to heal. They deem clarification to be thrown on the fire and burned like a martyr said to be in sin. And it’s things like this that make me wonder what god really is. And it’s times like this I wonder really where it is I am.