It may not mean much to you, hieroglyphics do be deciphered by those with years of experience could never quite tell what a mess I made of that wall. Countless figures and shapes and numbers, visions of war, visions of love, lust, and hate, all boiled into one explosive statement. I couldn't control myself. My hands had a mind of their own. They worked to please my mind and in the end, I think they did their job, let's just hope that no one recognizes the signature, because than we'd be screwed. But the pointed of the fact of the matter of fact is that my depiction is going to be misinterpreted by every person who looks at it. Is it their fault? No...no it isn't. Because they don't understand my pain, the suffering, the cold that it took me to go through to write such oppressive things and draw in such a way. But I don't expect you guys ever to. Ever. After all, I still doubt that a room full of monkeys could create Romeo and Juliet...