The Ny Ebs

The NY EBS There is talk of war. There is rumor and propaganda. There is concern and worry. No one wants to die. No one wants to die, for no reason at all. Where is the positive in that death, the "heroic" story... ? There is none, and will never be any, except the misery, and pain without gain for any man, or woman... alive. Commercials on the air, New York despair, put your head down, to the ground... as you hear the pound, pound, pound! While you are there... pray for one another, and before your last breath include peace among and for ALL! Duck and cover in the 50s seems like child's play now. All the players are all grown up. They have become big fish too, in their small freshwater ponds scattered around the world. Size matters because a splash felt there, will be felt here, before the end of days. No one will escape. There are no survivors, only the remainders, on their knees before God. Asking not for mercy, as they know it is far beyond that point, racking up the number they killed. Asking instead for grace, in desperation, before the nations fall to the dogs.