World Gone Wrong
The Awakening: Mumbai What can you say to a world gone wrong? What do you do when you're alive, but the corners of your soul are bruised and pained, and you feel guilty for every breath that's yours, but not someone else's. What should you do when you can't sleep at night? When a maddening, insane fear of blood and mortality keeps you awake, and imaginary screams fill your ears... You drink and shop, pretending that life is for living, and mourning only for the dead. Who do you blame, when there's God himself, setting the seeds for war and hate? It has always happened, hasn't it, battles fought because we want to prove our Gods are betters than those of others. And these men in armchairs, old, weak kneed cowards, running a country of the young and the restless, Who will clean fresh blood, who will pray for forgiveness, who for peace, who for forgetting? There is no Judgement Day, ants die every day, who will save the souls of spray welding and shoe throwing pur