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.

Signature Lina Ru