Earth as we no it will seace to exist without us knowing how love interchanges with emotion. Earth is a little planet made up of haters,daters,players and prayers know one loves anymore its a dire consequencethat obviously humans are to pig headed to see. The world is a beautiful place, may the world triumph and be free and not sink beyond beliefe but be like a bird spreading its wings taking off into the sky. As i am standing on a platform waiting for my sentence of the life or death solitude is the name of the earth's game, lame but the same as anyother name of our blamed crew of human crim of passion above all things,because earth doesn't blossom it just grown and shows the bountiful blows in our world so the next can feel accomplished that it succeded in our glorious and putrid place we call earth.
"Show your inner self only the good will triumph in this wicked world."