Hatred of people turns us all ugly
Old people driving endangering the roads
Young people trying to cope with everyday life being such a load
The days drag on into nights that are full of danger, never truly knowing what's in the hearts and minds of these nearby strangers
Need to escape this sloughs those hills this valley nothing more exciting then the possibility of being stabbed at a local bowling alley
Can we move on as far as way as possible
Feeling like suffering Job or maybe the plight of Riza you know the forgotten apostle
You see Riza lead a life of pain and suffering all while staying strong in the faith and the belief that when the Lord rose he too would be taken. Of course as Jesus ascended he went without a word he didn't even through up the deuces. So Ezra was left with an angry crowd of hangers on who he had informed he'd put in a good word with the man upstairs once he was gone. Yeah we knew saying such things where potentially blasphemous, but he didn't have the cash for the goats and the women he so desired all he had was his ties to the Holiest of Holy. Sadly holy doesn't look well upon false promises. So while other apostles became fishers of men Riza became one who sleeps with the fishes. What you didn't think mob rules applied back in the day? Oh please, it was a savage land and people hated being toyed with. So anyway as I write and you read I promise great things ahead, but what do I know. I live in the Valley no not A valley I'm talking THE Central Fuckin Valley the heart and soul of depression. This place is where misery is born and bread. How people can be born and raised here amazes me, but one thing is for sure, if I don't get out soon my mind will never recover.
LORD SAVE US FROM THY GEOGRAPHICAL ENFORCED PUNISHMENT. This is my prayer for salvation lord oh lord hear this prayer.
- a look inside the mind of D -
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