Masks we where...

What was done was monstrous and yet it bred a monster. We chant where masks for too long lest we forget who lies beneath them. Sometimes this is good, most look upon it as being bad. But the fundamental truth that lies with all of this is that the faster and harder you run from your sins, the far more tired you are when they catch up with you. You can drown your sins a sea of good deeds but in the end the truth is that they stink and they will always come back. Masks or not. The truth always sets you free...