Our Father

OUR Father OUR Father Who are we really are you part of the OUR in OUR Father. Eye have not seen much of the brother in you lately you must remember eye am your poorer brother still part of the OUR Father. Needing food and drink and clothes just to survive the hour of the beast come so soon upon us all. You pay your rent and steal some gas and breeze write bye me without stopping to give me cash your survival on the asphalt jungle is not helping me at all the partee will soon be over drinks run dry even in the desert drinks fall short of friendship lacking your full cooler full of beer will not allow us to be friends eye tried it all while still at home eye carried wealth upon the asphalt floor to no avail the whiskey shattered bottle lay unopened on the desert floor. NO half gallon can reach the palaces eye enter evermore. If you are my rich brother with a drinking problem stop all that denial let loose the whiskey bottle let it go. Eye have pulled the beam out of the eye can see the problem now of thee stop worshipping the beast and come to me and OUR Father.