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Who Or What Are These People

Who or What are these People? There across the sea is something on top of the steeple? It looks like people? But with a different neck? Should I pet or let my bird peck at it? I cannot tell what it is. But from what I can see upon is that there are numbers of them maybe, there are even different kinds of them. I wonder will I find one who speaks my tongue? From the looks around of it. I see that everybody is either similar or different from the head and on down. I see angry people, I see careful people, smart people, even dumb people. But the most of rare things I have never seen was an extreme person with the never to act like a black sheep bull! This boat is heavy lets pull it to shore. Before they awake and then we would have to catch them before they learn how to explore. Let's give them a break, away from civil war and general warlords. Iran and Iraq wars, Post-Bush words of how great it is to take somebody oil. Let's ignore the world. They turn their backs on it before the chance to speak would be no more than a beep. But when they do, all you can hear is the words coming straight from the Louisiana birds. Lets take a much closer look at these people... They have a cool walk, They talk smooth, They can do what another person do and make it cool. These People don't wanna be used. These People don't wanna be the ones who are still being abused. These people are close to blowing their fuse! What would the world do if these people was to ever get loose and learn the means of what it means to be misused and abused? As a person made from other people who are made from a genius who sits above a steeple. I am only looking across this gate This wooden gate. To see about reasoning with these people to make them see that we don't need no more evil, but to my belief in people with big egos. I would have mistaken these people as creatures unlike me and you. And that should have been put down eons ago. Because now I am looking down from this tower and I see that these people would not have survived. If somebody didn't pull out a gun and killed a revelation type of guy. The world would always be a genocide, but it don't always have to be. If these people look ahead into the future and stopped memorizing on the past. They would stop having false gas or getting a plastic ass. But when I look over this African wooden gate that's placed on the warm African sand. I cannot help but to wonder will I ever meet these people in the near distance future. And they have an amazing story to tell after they put a ban on the people being in jail and shut down all the wholesale. Of whore sales and prevail through the black veil of hades and his underground version of hell. - Who or What are these people.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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