The Obscene Reality of Today
The Obscene Reality of Today "War is at the edge, I can feel us all standing there." He says as he looks to the stars as a pink cloud floods the night. He feels the world becoming torn. Splitting on behalf of the mentally immature, nothing seems hopeful. He watches as the news marks the world as chaos. Bleeding words of worry an anxious doubt of any peace. "War is inevitable." He shutters as he stares back from the sky to his flickering screen. "I can feel the hostility in the air, its thick, like the humidity of the south." He wipes his lips of his drink. His eyes glued with anxiety as the TV spews with relentless hate and gives bitterness to the mere existence of human kind. He listens and listens and all hope becomes constricted like a kink in a hose; waiting to burst. His throat tenses as he fills his mind with the drivel of the narcissistic ignorant. Photos of the medias nemesis display with vile rubbish as the truth is disto...