”..Look at me, look at me; I’m so special, look at me. let me in, let me in; I’m so loving, let me in. Break my heart, break my heart; I can take it, break my heart. Nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong; nothing matters, nothing’s wrong. Now I’m death, now I’m death; I do fear, now I’m death. Save my soul, save my soul; all creation, save my soul.”
Just then, like a pin-prick, the one that cared reached into his heart and planted a seed. The seed would soon burst in eternal flame, and all the cold-hearted would gaze on with empty hands; standing in confusion.
Few heard the word, most turned away; saluting their problems to sources of temporary fulfillment; the kind they had been accustomed to.
For those people, that empty day turned into another empty weekend, with the occasional distraction. However, for those who felt a smidgen of truth within the word, little did they know; the seed had already been planted. The roads of their lives had been paved.
The knock of his fist upon their hearts had begun
