[A DROP OF AN URBAN JUNGLE DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/p_TM7bE9vKc
We here...
We beneath these clouds placed in the sky by cause and consequence...
Smell of the air of cities where we are found...
We here...
We seeing these things which transpire... The tale of lives unfolds and holds us in its grasp...
Can't tear our eyes away no matter how sad... No matter how joyous... We drawn in like the moth to the flame.
We here as somewhere someone is enjoying The best meal of his life as someones else succumbs to hunger... A hunched over poor man in the corner babbling bout better days.
A father and mother look at a baby for the very first time as someone in another room fights for his life... Victim of the right to bear arms as sold by the N.R.A...
We here
We living and loving... dying in hate as the sun makes its trek across the sky and causes the shadows to drift... Long, short and fade away... Such a sense of deja vu as this type of shit happens every damn day...
The beast in charge doth play with the existence of the sheep... Culls the herd.
We here.
The Illuminati and the Goyim standing on the chessboard... Pawns preferably falling first as dictated in THE ART OF WAR... A dead king is a liability, it is best to keep him alive... For awhile.
A house of cards falling in slow motion as the wind howls be free, be free.
We here
We as the sun sets at our backs and envelops us in illuminating light...
We completely enveloped and enshrouded in our chaos.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
