Those who reject maturation and are never embarassed for talking, singing and acting darkly, selfishly trying to make all they know, have and are prevail over Truth, should not forget one thing: ripe or not, when the harvest comes, it'll come for the whole crop and there'll be no second chance. Do not cry asking for anything, because it would still be only the fake pleasure you'd be trying to get back; do not get angry seeking to blame anybody else, because you're the only somebody else to blame now and ever, unrepentant child of darkness: you loved your sick condition.
You want, keep the greatest love outside, so why would you be allowed in?
You are running out of Time, thieves.
