We are asked to be nonjudgmental, for the failures of others especially the aged. Even when they have wasted their whole life with foolish acts. How are we to blame when they have failed to understand the game. Angered at our positive criticism public turn against us. This attitude of the crowd spoils the chance of at least one fallen mend his ways. The ladder to survival is steep and long making it difficult to hang on. We trick our mind into believing in fate convincing ourselves with words such as that's his fate non can change.
Have you ever wondered why the world is so rough? These plains break and mold from those like you. Trampling in no order- only you, decide what remains, while the rest of that mind, listens to the lies of the world. How high your head must be, what little oxygen you must get, for your ignorance is as fluffy as a cloud. You see what you wish in the sinful… oh, how the crime is you.
Sincerely yours, The Suppressed Dirt
if only i could copy and paste this to the one it's about. what satisfaction that would be.