While love
is within you,
open spaces
are made
reality.

Crude?

Afraid
of those
killer’s eyes
I could remain,
but regardless
of his fired hate,
all he wants
is…

They will
never
have what
they want,
you.

Despair
is in stuff;
they can’t
rule our
deepest
core.

He doesn’t
know love.

His blossom
is a river of insanity,
a killer is born;
violence is triggered.

Is it?

So much
abhorrence,
why?

Killers
are everywhere,
slaying with rage,
bloody battles
of immaturity.

Blending
blood
with fear,
oh my dear,
don’t drop dead.

Don’t give
your freedom
up in a choice
of expiration!

All that
hatred,
only buries
the hater;
you won’t
drop dead
if…

Love is
within you,
blossomed
experiences
made
fortitude;
no more
fear.

Can’t say
I’ve been killed;
if all they’ve done
has made me
become mature.

I am bolder.
I am stronger.

I needed
to grow up.

I am following
renewed times;
found peace
which had been
lost in a haystack
of insanity.

Killer of bread,
your time is up!

No more dread!
Bear it away!

Those who are represented in society as adults sometimes behave like spoiled children. Their actions have so many repercussion that violence and chaos enter society as a normality. Why is this so? Fear.

It is easier to act with violence if one is confronted with impotence, than to stay calm and react with a conscious mind.

However, there is hope if one is aware of this situation, and observe those killers of character from afar. One can change reality if one is has decided to overcome fear from head to toe.