Things Petrifying My Soul

"I was once depressed," said Shalom whilst he was trying to make sense on his friends. Life had turned unstable in the city of Highfields. Young handsome boys and beautiful girls were going through an era which took away the best of them.

As the universe gives, what our mind believes control our lives. Pure gifted kids were getting lost. Blue skies were showing off every day reflecting the pain in every man. Taking it as I witnessed, young families were multiplying and they were all taking a blink of an eye to vanish.

Elders were sharing untitled hopes to boys. Getting drunk, despite the gender it had become a religion, "Father I pray for my eyes". Dignity was melting, flowing away like liquid rain. Proclaimed educated males were sniffing glue. All the four corner of the city were trapped, an era of evil manipulation.

Above my eyes, God forgive my size. Elders, size of my mother, were supporting drama within young ladies. Getting dressed like movie stars, young girls were like pork and beef on market. Ofcourse, there are rights to do a lot to show freedom, but this as I paint was an anthem of ungifted singers. Misunderstanding is it, is indeed a liter of wildfires. Misinterpreted teachings were being given to young pupils, this like bone instead of milk to a baby. 

I'm speaking from within, for I was within this circumstance. These are screams of a victim. You can't see my blood rolling, these are the tears I'm dropping. If you don't love yourself enough, you will be doomed. Nobody will teach you enough, they will all be good and for you to understand, you have to dig deeper and teach yourself. Some of the morals are not made for you, but you are made to add value on some of those morals.

Highly recommended knowledge is for you to teach yourself. The world is waiting for you, the universe is incomplete without you. Your abilities will shock the world, so let it be.

.....to be continued.