How can we thrive in the destruction of the chaos?
We become exposed, explode and continue on with creation.
Innocence taken away; innocence turned to anguish eventually
bursting to expose.
Expose the hate felt deep inside for the loss of a loved one
for something they can’t control.
To hate another race, amazing, how we continue to fuck up each other’s flow.
Does my destruction make your existence a better fate?
To be hated for what I cannot control...
Lucky the ones that turn that pain into forgiveness and a
passion for change.
If we could go back to the time of zero,
And Love each other for what makes us, us.
Devine beings. Alive.
Like the beauty of the snowflake, nothing is made exactly
like us.