Disguised fate.

You reach the peak of success and yet find yourself beneath the shadow of truth. Why is that so? Why an inhuman mind suffice the thought of conquering an area based on their checked reality? People realize the truth when the darkness engulf their very essence with inhumanity gaze. The power to rule the weak becomes shallow and defined. The role we played on extra political biased answer, which is you, yourself, of course, is not what we seek. It’s the truth that we find. The reality we live and shadow we dwell.

It’s like a disguised fate I endure in these ages. People comes and goes. What is left behind is you with your biased luck and undeniable fate.