Chard72

A willingness to misbehave
nothing Is apparent until transparent
to hard to believe, the fruits are growing
from a batch of bad seeds

Rough waters unsafe divides
other worlds already starting to collide
This unsafe time where nothing Is true
all out for ones self no win for the few

Tress-pass take land and property
take control fully
counting down to man's creation
one skin one religion

I see divide In family
darkness falls on humanity
with weather corrupted
no sunshine befalls on me
no more doubt comes to mind
blind leading the blind.