The Spring of 2012

The Spring of 2012

As the sky cries blood the number of kids dying rises to 100%; the babies are surfing more than ever, getting raped by their father and abandon by mothers, prostitution has sky rocketed through the roof amongst women. Men are killing themselves at a rapid pace; I believe mankind is no more. Black clouds block out the light to the world, now the flowers dying no springtime roses to look after. Sensitivity is no one’s subject; the subject of love is lost in the Devils den.

"His son has come" I tell myself; everyone pray I yell!

"O lord show your mercy to me and gladden my heart. I am like the man on the way to Jericho who was overtaken by robbers, wounded, and left for dead: O Good Samaritan, come to my aid. I am like the sheep that went astray: O Shepherd, seek me out and bring me home in accord with your will. Let me dwell in your house all the days of my life and praise you forever and ever."

-- Saint Jerome, 342-420

Trees of fire, pools of smoke, grass as dust with the darkest sky I have ever seen. The ground was hotter than a volcano's front door, dry steamy winds with a lagging smell of death trying its best to follow.  Sin has taking over the world and my friends and family eyes are blood black, the souls are no longer nesting in their bodies. 2012, was the year this all began I was only 24 years old, lonely and lacking understanding of what’s going on watching my tears steam up before they hit the ground, blisters as fingers; skin as alligator scales. The end is finally here I vociferate to God, please have mercy on me I have not forgotten you for your compassion never fail. On my knees imploring over and over again, I’m fatigue, burning and heartbroken my last days were miserable.