Sanoja: Hopesfall. The Frailty Of Words. Endeavor.

each new day draws near the final hour lamentations for a breaking dawn, on this endeavor for the truth waiting in the shadows of a recent fall looking up at the darkened sky that only gets worse yearning for a cathartic experience to break the shackles of my own time, the only witness to the abolition of man or death is the destiny of all bleakness, the end, but a light on the horizon... my will surpasses my failures my goals, my triumph my grave awaits every step taken in defiance of this world... leads and another will follow