I woke up this morning and my jeans were too tight for me; My covers were torn as there thorns strode beneath my feet. I turn to the east, then i looked west; Beauty all around but not for me and not for you. War torn cities through out our world. the hope for peace is in sight for you and me. There is interference in todays society. Maybe it's a different way of bondage slavery. Centralization, their specialization, the splintering of our minds, Technique, divide and conquer, So our lives are lead on a line. Through the ages of clouded eyes, They see you and i as cattle in the field, Blood never running dry. Penthouse puppeteers working their strings from a far under the guise of their foundations. and they know who they are. They are the builders of todays society, With all their laws, We're welcome to live and feel no pain, Oh the ploys, they're having fun making us slaves, Hey we're just human toys. People in high places that we look up to. King pins looking for their personal glory. Not caring who gets in their way as long as they get what they want. Cosmic silence, Now open your eyes to the ways of the word now to the ways of our lives. thanks. by KJF.