IN THE PROCESS OF MASS EDITING 12/22/14 A voice cries out into the wilderness. "Free me from this house of mirrors!" "Free me from this paralysis of tongue!" "Free me from these wretched hands!" "Free me from this lust for what I can not keep!" With his voice breaking, he began to beg as the room spun and the abrasive wind slammed his shoulders together. "Please... Oh please god let me go..." The dream answered, "I cannot free thy mortal existence from what one does not have."All Rights Reserved