ulory

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

A little past a week ago, Cold as the high wind blew down on the vast city Of fallen angels and lurking street ways winding, I admired the tall iron towers surrounding me, The little chaps walking aimlessly up and down the streets. This strange feeling beseeched my cosmic side, As I questioned the hardness of the black cement. What happens now? Will someone see me fall? All theses questions I pondered in my mind While the soft breeze lifted a soft air of blues to my ears, My soul was happy; I knew I could stay there all day. Through the hazy scenery life was blue as water, However in my dreams I have been dying all the time. But