Once more the time has come upon ones entrance. What do I for see in this destructable future, this now and present unmoving situation laid so heavily upon my thoughts. The means of survival cut short from eager anticipation lay heartache with every lingering teardrop upon my childrens' cheek. Will their hunger be satisfied or does the almighty dollar lost, spin them into starvation. The demon preys on the week and unsuspecting indivisuals.Will he become the product of thine own self, or shall we overcome. My darkest thoughts deep within the abyss of my demented pyscosis bringeth the pain to think my soul and spirit tumbles beneath the deprived poverties of my home front. Are we poor or mismanaged or are we misled to believe that help will come? To thee I say pray and he shall show the path upon which your feet shall reach to begin a new journey.