Them

Take it into realization pretty lady, you’re his lust, not his need. You’re her, yes, HER wet dream, not her companion. The subjects in life we yearn for come when least wanted. They come around when the time is wrong. When she is wrong. She can’t be happy. She doesn’t know what she wants. She refuses those in life she needs. She needs God. He needs God. We need God. Yesterdays sex talk is today’s pregnancy. Yesterdays over dosage of heroin is today’s Organic Brain Disease. Today’s choice of events effects the next century’s morality and mortality rates. Yes, the simple things in life are not hard to find. They’re right there in your damn face. Life we have in this present day is near to perfect. Look at how far human kind has come. Look how shortly it’s taking for us to self-destruct our God given rights!! What is going to happen when there is nothing but suffrage left? Yes, here I am sitting and typing this. Yes, there you are sitting in hysteria rolling your eyes as you skim through this. Here I am to tell you, the World, our Universe that is so perfect; that we must stop and stare back at the sky before we head our individual ways. To stop and smell the roses before they wither and die, not unlike you and me. Because after the path we follow half blind amongst the rose pedals we chose to neglect, we will all meet again one day. It is promised. Amen.