03 April 2008

Come what Come may



Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
These past days have been filled with rising seas, thunderous clouds, and battering winds. My breath taken away, heart felt weaken.
Finding that I don’t have the strength to hate, and yet I must.

Burning in me the truth of matters, whilst thieves and cheats of cons lay waist to my sanity. Tortured are my thoughts, raging in mine eye of the wrongs I endure, how evil prevails upon this land. The willingness of mankind to corrupt and be corrupt.
Due onto others as due onto you. Ney they say; disdained for thee neighbour breaking the very commandments they are sworn to protect against enemies both forgein and domestic.
Who would have fathomed our protectors to be our worst enemy.

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