Satan Is Winning the War
I only know the people I know.
I don’t own a phone. I live by mouth-to-mouth communication.
I barter for my goods. I have services and they have services. I don’t need
And application to tell me where I am going. I already know. Cant’ you see you are blindly following the herd. And sooner or later someone or something is going to cut you out of the herd. And you won’t even see it coming. You think all that technology puts you on top of the game. They my friends are mere distractions to what is really going on in this world. No storm ever stopped because of technology. Oh yes you might me able to better predicate where is will make landfall but as we have it is useless when is come to tsunamis or volcanoes. Or even relationships if I may stretch it that far. Nothing but human emotion can communicate what is really coming. And we all got it coming. We just don’t see it in time.
So turn off your TV, throw away your paper, it’s all old news. Send a text to Satan. Tell him he is winning the war.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2015
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