This was it, she shot the man in front of her without hesitation. All corrupt power will be usurped by the rebels, and the Hierarchy will be destroyed. " And that's where it all starts,". She hung the rifle on her back, raised her uniform, and leaped out the first-floor window, bowing to the dead body. "Pardon me, father". LINK TO THEME PLAYLIST - https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3CLsffud2rJ85EzuWMuGA8?si=0875a894ea2e4e30

This book is as you could tell, an aesthetic one at itself. it's a collection of poems that put feelings into words, similiar to art. exept for the words leave the imagination to the reader. It's not just poems though, some chapters may include feelings, or just even songs that make me feel things. i wish you a better journey from here on, even if you wish not to take this path. i hope the one you take is as blissful as your soul.