Nero

ive been down a road riddled with doubters. like potholes they fake promises promises, why do we believe????? hark! eventually we are gladdened we were jarred and scar-ed so kicked around by destiny.... for making us exactly who we always were supposed to be. the one whos image we come from is the opposite of dumb, though some are deaf and blind too concerned with fast forward they need to rewind. to be was always vigil, it is in avoiding those potholes, learning, being taught what are the obstacles and what is not. we learn to come out of the fox holes and remember that we've got unearthly souls. the endless traffic that is  humanity, imperfect ed, lo never neglected, must unite 'gainst the foes black with death, uncountable crows that nest in our souls if we allow sin it boils us straight to hell forever there doomed to dwell... battle we seldom nuff for kept we're distracted, kept un-collective, shadowed by lies from the facts kids. Daddy our Abba may now be away, but alls not a playground and the time for sassy play will indeed have its day ....