Everything is beautiful.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty was killed by the eye of the artist.
Pathological.
Deniable.
The world has been trapped by perspective.
Belief has broken free.
Creation is no longer shackled.
It's the same thing on the same faces.
Faces with a fresh perspective.
Pathological.

No more fighting.

If this is the way it has to be, then that's fine.
Tomorrow I won't care.
I'll just be in another part of the World.
I'll find another way to behave.
I'll believe you were wrong the whole time.
And in the end. I'll be ok with myself