….Can you assure me you won’t implore me to do more, if only you knew the score; her mother was a whore, slept on many floors, kicked out of many doors. Our sufferings has been coming at supersonic speeds, of which we can never be freed, take heed there’s no need to plead or read any consequence because of pass deeds; the suffering comes because of natural impediments, due to our inadequacies and inabilities, so we naturally commit crimes against our own conscience in conference. We fall short of life’s sports, a little dork that thought we could eat all life’s meals with a fork, nature’s special child, rallied to the front where we don’t belong, we’ll soon be gone, but not before we’re torn, there will be no one here to mourn. Human existence has been one big porn, minus the many wars, it should be scorned not adorned, we should have done more.