The Lambs of God

It's always the impoverished that get it worse. On occasions the wealthy get it, but the poor can expect to get it worse. Mother Nature goes for the weakest buildings, the driest wood, the lowest, most fragile among us The meek often end up precipitously dead. Often, I ponder about inheriting the Earth I mean, is it worth it? Often, I wonder if lightning bolts especially single-out the meek. I guess it's good to be special.