The world is so cold and baron. The blood in his veins grows cold. And all strength has gone. Faith has been extolled by his fall into the arms of death. Amen
R.I.P. Dad 2-11-57 1-2-15
The fall of one brings hopelessness in the veins of another. A brother in arms served and fought giving his life to the world we so called "protect" for who! When the rich wage war it's the poor who die!
Music brings life in the roots of the liberated and inspiration in the souls of the oppressed and enslaved, giving the mentality to the weak and hope for the refugees of this embedded ecosystem we call life!
A great man once said if you want something come and get it. But how are we supposed to. We come towards are goals we are only brought down by our oppressors eager to shoot us on sight!
We live our life fast, only to die slow. I'm not trying to bum anyone out but life is like finding a diamond on a beach full of rhinestone. Given one chance but in the end nothing matters once we turn to dust. Dust we came dust we go...