This is our time. Our time to shine is now. We’ve been trapped here for centuries and now we want out. Nothing in the word could keep us in this musty place full of ragged holes and rotting wood. Everywhere we look there is nothing but despair and hopelessness. In the corner, a starved baby lies, breathing its last breath. “No more Death!” we cry out in sorrow and frustration. But there is no one left to hear us; only the dry wind that whistles between cracks and under cloth answers the plea. There is nothing more dangerous than a person with nothing to lose.
