It's funny, how long it takes to build a castle, and how quickly it can be torn down. The structure of life that keeps ahold and keeps together crumbling, smashing and burning.
A fire burning, burning everything in sight, the place that you used to know and love is gone in a flash, that flash blinds your eyes from the rest of the world, twisting and turning you all around.
They tell you it's better this way, but for every action there's a consequence, every love there is hate, every life there is death. When they build a new castle they call it "better", better? This is just a mimic of the old, you know how they say "out with the old and in with the new"? Ya, Well they lied.
You see, what they are really doing is setting fire to every castle with life, every one with memories , every single treasure lost inside, they try to make everything the same, but where life really is, is where diversity thrives.
