when times falls upon your hands cradling each indentation of the lines that predispose our vitality every hearts measure of every unveiled emotion wrapped around each soul that didn't deserve such tenderness you freely provided
when time calls for every ear to anticipate the knowledge of the conscious thoughts that flows pass toxic lips espoused from a sweet soul who would stand the words?
who would lock their lips? open their ears and hear cease listening with their eyes to see the unseen to know the unknown a fool of this generation one would be because in these times ignorance is bliss it has found itself a nice comfy home to thousands of lost souls wandering in this Earthly abyss