Dumb luck driving a truck evidence found deep underground, unspeakable evil and body retrival, waiting in hope those responsible are hanging from rope as we choke back the turmoil the knowledge delivers like a one-two sometimes you wish the pill you took was blue.
But you remember your purpose your mission down here is clear do not live in fearbecause all that is hidden shall be revealed, time to harvest the crop from the field, wheat from the tare with divine flair the ending is clear by the ring in your ear.
The present is always a transitionary stage always being written another page, moving through rage into understanding trying to provide a soft landing for the hoplessly decieved they to can soon breathe and although they did not know they will grow as the information starts to land blows to their egos and they stop once and think they smell the stink but the information is like swallowing a whaleit's tail thrashing waves crashing into the mind no longer blind