And these words rolling off of our human tongues are dreams come untethered our grasp, we don't have a clue as to the suffering waged in our use of one another.

Our intentions are the same toward people as they are toward (H)eartH, parasitic.

We say God is great, yet treat the part of God that's beneath our feet like a slave for our virulent wants.

We say do unto others as they do unto you, why?

We say treat others as we expect to be treated, yet in that we find a lack of any fearless expectation within ourselves.

If everyone's at war with something, enemy's are created without a hint of Peace between them.

Walk with me and let's fix our human mess...

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