Valley of death, left and to the right, there is death all around.
People forget to focus upon that City on a hill.
Now in these days one could barely see the sky because of its darkened haze.
It has become easy to get caught up in sin so sinister, a sneaky substance that at first looks so friendly, a friend to play with, but by the time you see what this spirit of sin is and you ask it to leave - to return to its home, this one that you once called friend does not take rejection lightly, and like an annoying pest will remind you again and again that because you once were friends that your association should not end, and that you might enjoy it at first what seems to be a different innocent pleasure just to find out that it is the same old book again inside a different cover.
No one is immune from being the prey, from trying to allude a practiced hunter.
I who observe what is going on not only with me, but will all of those who live and breathe can only listen, watch and write what I see, observe, and experience.
by S.E. Clark