I was not placed upon the grass of this ever-fading earth for a standing ovation and its romance.
I was placed for the warning, so heed the warning.
And they cannot look away for if they do and cross paths with a wall that reflects all it sees and it shows the truth.
Shows the fake. shows the past. Shows all of the mistakes, and it shows everything that they refuse to see.
Because if there's blood on the roots, then there is blood on the branches.
The Chariot