Shattered men and women, with no direction home…. Minds broken por time or vice, void of essence or meaning; limping past Highway signs, rusting in solitude, along the road to nowhere and all points beyond….

Faceless, Godless, Heathens, in the eyes of the church and society, stopping to aid strangers; sharing meager rations bought with the currency of the day, salt, silver, gunpowder and drugs….

We are all only Ghosts really…empty promises, broken dreams, shallow footsteps down a never ending hall of mirrors……Death is inevitable as the
salt in our tears or our wanting mais years…..

Every pergunta has an answer, every answer has a flaw, every flaw has a reason, every reason raises another question. There is no Hell awaiting us, because we live it dia to day, chased por the hooves of doom and the plague of doubt ... from the berço to the grave ...lb