I just realized that these fools do indeed worship money. Putting our lives at risk every day, exposing us to the unnatural… Why am I writing for and for who is this intended?
The sheep in you was devoured by a hidden viper… Crocodile tears tore us apart. You knew you had no love within yourself, where is your Heart? Under pressure the civilized have cracked!
Moisture of fears, crack babies, I call my drug America…
We’ve seen their parents’ lips, Men ought to work for their Women and Children; I call my crack America! Unjust, just like their lips, they’ve been chapped. Drugged children… I call my crack America! Destabilized, are they, by all those unstable systems, MURDERING THEIR OWN.
Why am I writing, who I am writing for and for who is this intended? Are we living in the last days?
© Christian D. Koumtog