God save us everyone. Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns. For the sins of our hand. Sins of our tongue. The sins of our father. The sins of our young.
"We knew the world would not be the same.. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent.. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita..
When you feel you're alone. Cut off from this cruel world. Your instincts telling you to run. Listen to your heart. Those angel voices. They'll sing to you, they'll be your guide back home.
God bless us every one. We're a broken people living under loaded gun. And it can't be outfought. It can't be outdone. It can't be outmatched. It can't be outrun.