Who Killed Oliver White

We are the forsaken children of creation. And with each day that floats through our fingers, we drift farther and farther into a reality that we wish wasn’t so. Ceaselessly repressing the words our lips couldn’t form, as our time slips through the cracks. We were born from devastation, crafted from an untruthful redemption. And one day soon, we will fall to our knees, letting death’s fangs dig through our skin. But one fine day, you will finally know the horrific lies, the snaked words wrapped around the heads of our children. You will know why we were who we were. You will know why we died, and why we fought.

We are forsaken.

We are taken.

We are the children of creation.