I see lifeâ€™s travel before my eyes, and many years have passed an I am still hear. Locked always, in this shell of a thing. Roaming about this world I greave for them all not to see. Yet all they have to do is look in the mirror and fine it ,for them selves. From their own book in hand do they judge ,and server the one they fear most. Yet they never learn the gift that they where given. Choice: to be able to change, the fate of man instead of following the wheel.Â Sometime I start to think they are not who they think they are. Human they say. But I thought humans learn, they create, and they build Not so these. Â Iâ€™ve found. Time an time again they deviser each other, and call it war. maybe its their way of population control. Â Iâ€™ve seen them play this game many, times. All about Pride was first and then second was Power, and now itâ€™s the Book. They call it by many names but itâ€™s the same book. Its only used like a knife cut out the part they donâ€™t like and use ,the the book . It goes by many name, part of it are for conntrol with it comes power. Power to influence , the mind, or control the masses if not and be judge for your fate.
This is how they live ,in fear and threat of harm ,every moment of the day. Some where they die like cattle. Every day And they go on and on. Â Acting as if its just the net news cicle. A moment passes and it gone What have they learned? I view them like the lemursâ€™ of Africa following one and another off the cliff and they donâ€™t ask why they just do it because everyone else is doing it.. They built a system that is die and were not expect to survive it. System that cannot change as time moves on. WrittenÂ ,thousands of years ago. And still alive today. We come from the rocks of the high plains and Â created dreams and made them dreams reality. But with it pride. Greed. Creep in and man was helps to stop the desired . And slaughter anyone that was not like them. But they said, that they where Human. Iâ€™ve seen it they all have the same parts. But they all still make the same choice. Kill all who oppose their way, be it thought or deed. Â Do think that they will make itÂ ,such a young species .Maybe they will few the way to believe in its all the same. And the word choice was place in the system to help understand that. The system has to live in order to serve its people. Thiers is dying. They hear the humansâ€™ voices.Â They see the horror. Yet they donâ€™t do anything to stop them self eves , from it. they are globe now ,with networks and ties, and speak and trade. yet they still donâ€™t understand. The system has to live Change with time. But so few, agree. But they could change their human . But they are still playing the histories game once again .Democrat and republican hidden like a dictatorship. The few leading the fold off the cliff. Because theyâ€™re Â ,lemursâ€™. An the peoples voice is never heard ,the few ,the pitch men. That sell you an illusionÂ ,an copy the procrastination, so maybe next year. By then the peoples mines have forgotten because weâ€™re tied to the next news cycle. You are so poorly forces on your their lives. When you have so much to share but you hoard it like gold. Then Calling ,it talks that lead to nowhere.Â Who will gain and who will lose face ,of maybe even ground. Dirt Â ,the fight over land that belongs to all of them. They are human. They aloud Greed to run rapped division them , even when its crystal clear in front of them. the clarity itâ€™s still eludes them. Â Should then do want they did before. Killing everything thing until they have had enough or to claim that has always been theirs .thereâ€™s no other ground to stand on. They call that a conquered. I call that control. If the all read the same book,What does it say? Kill everything that does not reason with you. Or speak to all people and gain an understanding and see the whole truth. Why let Â GREED Â ruleÂ and whippier in your ear . I have more than you ,ego demands control. Counting everything know it all goes to the people. They have what you have the speak and exchange they trade, they support all notÂ few. But they are incapable in this ,feet.Â But Its now become thier line of reasoning that has seal mans fate, few live beyondÂ while there counterpart sufferÂ Â why should they care of the future my pockets are full and I never woks again. Let the next bearcat deal with the problems