In real world domination, deception devising the truth in perception’s declining aggression, we’ve reached that point in time where the under pinning of mankind is in need of reflection, will we suffer with no exceptions.
I bear the cross that is mine, I to feel that salvage beast in the passing of time. Your fears will not slow this pace, there is no state of grace in our pending disgrace, I to feel the challenges we face.
Our forefathers didn’t path the way, two world wars got in their way, the seeds of famine and fate sprouting from fertile grounds of hate. Enslavement will never end the ruling class entitlements must win! this battle of sin.
Our religions have tried to get in their way, the scientific community hasn’t validated them to this day. The emotional out cry of just one man, who’s scared to death our grandchildren will own this waste land.