| SUCH RAGE the rage of seeing empty faces is to hard to bare a world of walking dead, in a constant midnight air people of the cloth, hide their dirty minds behind the pulpit little boys, grow up to be, like their runaway fathers pointing fingers, stab the eyes of the youth judging, who they are now, not who they will be a planet so over weight, yet so many die starving so many backs are turned on ones ideas the money is made but you never can touch it, to spend it the truth is out there but so many fear to reach it i have such a rage for the words i just said |