Harm;

Harm,

When, people are sick and, twisted, on a sickly demented mission, conditioned to poison themselves and others so sick they won’t listen. Have to vanish them for all eternity that is my decision.

What is a life without trials and errors, confusion and doubt? mistakes and indecision, fiending for comfort and ease.

Life is like a disease and we are contaminating one another. While, we sit back and watch the planet die, killing sprees, junkies hitting their dirty knees, broken glass shattered across the streets, riots all around, smell of black smoke fills the air, hard to breathe, hard to live, hard to succeed in such a cruel grotesque world.

Where are the angels? Why are the angels not fighting this battle? Where is the light to clear out all this darkness? I ask again and again. I pray for the galaxy guardians and protectors of our universe and planet to wipe the planet clean. Cleanse the demons, the toxicity, the plagues through out our lands.

Ask yourself will you change yourself when, there is nothing left? Will you change parts of the world when there is nothing left to change? Will we have a world left when, most of us are here cursing the lands and destroying the most precious vessel that was giving to us.

Life is precious, life is cruel. In the end. You are your own God. You create your own reality. You get to choose.