What About the World, the War, the Woman, and the Children
Well, we have to use our voices. The streets are full of flesh and blood and sweat and we can't stop that, we can't change that. And later today people will die in hospitals, in their own beds, in cars, and in fights. All we can hope for is that the world doesn't end for us today. But for those people out there, those who believe they are God, those who believe they have the right to chose life and death for others, I hope your ready for the storm. Death is like an eraser, but what you never count on is the destructive after math. I hope every tear rains down on you with the force of boulder, every prayer makes your ears rings so loud your ears bleed, and that the blood you shed leaks out of your faucets. You didn't hurt the people who died, there going to be fine now. But those people left behind to mourn the soul of their loved ones, they will show you the consequences of what you have done. All these judgements are irrelevant. You monster, you will be met with ultimate judgment. The only person you can't ever escape is yourself and your life will be very long. Please stop playing it on repeat, the ones left over don't want to relive it all day, all week, all month. If the cabinet and the spoons could cry, this place would be drenched.