dried elbows

i never knew a man could hold so much contempt in his heart.
but from the start that seed of hate grew me apart.

from what could be achieved by the human spirit.
positivity, and longevity, the properties of all apsects harmonious with the song of six billion voices.


But all i hear are cries of the suffering while the rotten demons greed, and ignorance flourish.

all victims of this universal sickness, but apparently its nothing more than just business. and i carry this on my shoulders.