Looking up to your favourite heroes is no different then being blind crippled leaning on a crutch for the heroes that you look up to were only being them self's to be no longer blind or crippled to throw away your crutch you must look up to a hero that which is your self
It is with sadness we say goodbye to the ones we knew so well the hard fought battles we won and the ones that we lose Every Year
It is with sadness to see no official news media recognition no remembrance day of a war that takes our loved ones away world wide by the millions but now they are quietly silent officially no longer in play
Does one have a strange feeling these days a nasty feeling like an itch one cannot scratch that one is dreaming living within a place where facts are not allowed to react where common sense logical reasoning has no case where the lizard minded mentality people rule the roost where one feels like a chicken in a battery farm being spoon fed lies and laws while sadly watching the crippled and the old get the chop but i'm happy at the end of the day ...
If you listen very carefully you can hear nature scream as we slowly snap her bones as we would the branches on a tree as we burrow like mindless parasites deep under her skin Defacateing in her rivers where her life's blood begins sucking out her marrow like cannibals with worms leaving nothing for our children
Cause and effect Deserves a little respect when dealing with peoples life's for the Consequences Maybe what you didn't expect for Consequences are never Guaranteed when you play the game of changing what should be
How we look upon monkeys apes and chimpanzees is how our distant Cousins from our past look upon us and we act as they perceive what we be a poor imitation of intelligence a poor imitation of being free