Game of Life, Psychological Attack of the Midlife

blind leading the blind of psychological holes in the plot which tag to follow can't tag the butcher ignorance is bliss as the game of life gets more complex the more we go forgetting to keep it simple A useful idiot made out of my mistakes ahead of myself got sick trying to care the target audience, we dont tend to to make ourselves feel better cares for themselves by tending to the story i came to be nurturing and mothering until we are unable to give slaves of salve and the laughter of bliss what am i forgetting the have no problem from their distances helping me out tables of perception everyone who cares is going to get sick love is a battlefield and caring now a days subconciously we know to be dangerous a soul train of poisoned prayers to be answered and look in hindsight of what you accomplished without any help you did it for you enabled them so they could start on the first level of how we all belong and do it for themselves Away in this manger the trespasses and how and why they will be forgiven what we learn through our mistakes the art of balancing body mind and soul to make ourselves a miracle out of the walking contradiction the spiritual sacrifice a story of a king condemning innocence man's plan to take their power back we don't see the train coming, for the reason even the trees cant help but laugh the game of life from the confusion of sex and diamonds woken up to their treasures to find the soul train about to go off its tracks there we stood drawing lines in the sands searching for a needle in a hay stack of the delivery of this message instead of a line its a bridge serperating sands the messenger a vehicle of thousands of controversial mediums geared for this one purpose no one will be forgotten my turn is over one foot forward, backwards to the last person who never made it over the bridge behind me burning thousands on the other side there is another way all of you shouting in unison to save the day what we would have never seen if i would never have gone back to lend a hand take the long way home and by then the message and messenger will understand