You are dressing a fighting arts outfit
You are dressing a white cloak suit.
You are dressing in green
You are in the spot lights
you are holding up a diamond
You are getting up....again.
His choices its to hold up the gun up, not the diamonds up.
His choices will never be helding you up, or your best friends up, no matter what prayers the ending its coming.
16 years of lifes, no one its happy to where someone else arrive in this time of the journeys. None are happy,
None are cheerful in life,
None are ready in life,
None are imagining the worse,
None but keep provening this 16 years of the next running and out cannot wait to tell their parents they are all right.
Your parents knowing it or not, no one even know it.....where you been.
There is a Prophecy...
About 40 years ago....many has coming. What stories are these I am telliing?
40 years ago....On the monitors to where everythings goes on smooth to approaching this one Book Bible on this one Blue planet, many has arrived, might 100 years, might be 200 years....might be 2000 years.
16 years of the departing of right now, none of you wakinig it up.....what are others might be, its your tarted tiny lifes, meant so much to you. In front of you.
None of these people, your parents, or friends are important at this moment, not really. Their phone calls, their social meeting, their timely asking you this or that, fames of all things....are waste your life, wasting...your imagination. Those things are gone.
You all didn't hand in your reports, or you want me to write you a report?
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