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and they mined the heart out of the center of the world
For many a millennia the men, women and children of that world have been encapsulated within the realms of insanity, and that of a giant dome town. Once upon a time, before action had been take, evil bore itself upon that settlement. It oozed out of a tiny crack in the world’s shell and plagued its inhabitants. The people decided to take action and a defence was built, to bring a little good into everyone’s lives. But it wasn’t enough, the evil travelled upon the air. It was a choice of breathing or bearing the weight of your sins. So the people of that town took matters into their own hands, took a shovel each and marched to the crack. And here we are now. Millennia later, hundreds of generations down the line and the world has lost it’s soul. The people took their spades, and they mined the heart out of the world. Now life is lost. People don’t smile, for crying isn’t bad. People don’t laugh, because silence is just as good. People don’t live, because death isn’t evil anymore.

You may be wondering why this isn't in the Abstract catergory. Well, that's because that's not what it's supposed to be. It's actually a birds-eye image of the landscape desribed in my little narrative. I may of pushed too hard to force a meaning upon this image but I feel that I have got my point across.

All thanks must go to the wonderful =resurgere

Enjoy

Description
and they mined the heart out of the center of the world
For many a millennia the men, women and children of that world have been encapsulated within the realms of insanity, and that of a giant dome town. Once upon a time, before action had been take, evil bore itself upon that settlement. It oozed out of a tiny crack in the world’s shell and plagued its inhabitants. The people decided to take action and a defence was built, to bring a little good into everyone’s lives. But it wasn’t enough, the evil travelled upon the air. It was a choice of breathing or bearing the weight of your sins. So the people of that town took matters into their own hands, took a shovel each and marched to the crack. And here we are now. Millennia later, hundreds of generations down the line and the world has lost it’s soul. The people took their spades, and they mined the heart out of the world. Now life is lost. People don’t smile, for crying isn’t bad. People don’t laugh, because silence is just as good. People don’t live, because death isn’t evil anymore.

You may be wondering why this isn't in the Abstract catergory. Well, that's because that's not what it's supposed to be. It's actually a birds-eye image of the landscape desribed in my little narrative. I may of pushed too hard to force a meaning upon this image but I feel that I have got my point across.

All thanks must go to the wonderful =resurgere

Enjoy