We’re crossing the Rubicon. Let hope be our guidance in this new world. We’re facing our demons blindfolded. Let god here our crisis. I loved you for ten  years, hated you for nine. Your words but an echo, a distant fading memory. I’ve dwelled here for too long, harbored these feelings without reason. If love and hate aren’t blind, dazzling with their brilliance, let them ignite the world asunder. We’re crossing the Rubicon. Hide yourself if you will. The army’s marching toward the dawn. Finding it hard to understand these riddles, feeling caught up in the storm, watching the waves wash over us, destroying all in the wake. For some time, I thought we were returning to our origins. We’re fighting ourselves, tooth…