What A World We Live In
Such as this, A blood written opera in which a man can no longer hold thine own family from spiraling into a chaotic meaning. What world be we in when man, woman and child fearing the grass that have grown in their own yard? A cruel deed as loss comes to a dinner table. Setting a plate, now from 5 we come to 3, and as in our modern world pride and safety is no longer justifiable. Good names become unreliable as thine own neighbor is not trusted..