The old disaster has come and gone,
The true terror still hiding, still waiting,
For the new terror is nothing, meaningless,
In the real world, but exists in the self,
The core of ones being.

Some events destroy walls,
Some of them erect,
Some just re-enforce what strength of weaknesses
That already exist.
Family, Religion, Education have always
Been able to make or break a person.

And time flows on,
And while some are showered in gifts and glory,
Others ae deprived of all.
But Irony plays a cruel role,
Forcing the Gifted to rely on the Giftless.
The Gifted are always supported,
But the Giftless are forever alone,
Drawing their strength from virtually nothing,
And yet are forced to carry the world on their shoulders.
This is the story of the Endless Age.