When I look at humanity...sometimes I feel that way...not always though
The house of the living Is populated with many Careless souls living As if there is no tomorrow; The house of these Exist under a dead tree, Only waiting to fall over; The writing is on the wall, Still the souls therein Seek no understanding Or wisdom, choosing rather The glitter of folly Shining from within the womb Of insanity. Sign in to see full entry.