Why is it that when things seem to get better they suddenly get worse and in the most serious matter they don't know who to kill first this world is confused just like before leaving us broken and bruised at the end of this war they never cared about us and they never will that is unless we're the ones they want to kill we're going to die some time or other yet me never cry or feel sorry for eachother this world has made us cold and uncaring as well we think we're strong and bold but we're all trapped in this hell the end is drawing near the darkness overtakes people filled with fear can't sort out the fakes a country bent on disaster with a mad man at the helm we're all falling faster enough to overwhelm and only for money those who hold it dear somehow I find it funny that things can be so clear but no one sees the lies that we are fed whe they're trying to please how we'll all end up dead we've lost our say in things they don't listen anymore we'll see what tomorrow brings maybe we'll know what this was for until then we'll keep on waiting for another brighter day people will go on hating but have nothing left to say The war has started, that idiot got his way. People are going to die, people who are innocent, people who should probably live. My cousin will be out there soon, when he gets out of the training area he's at. He's got a wife and a little baby, and us. But I'm sure the people who put this together don't care about that, they don't care about the people here with families, or the people over there, it's all about thier war and thier money. I'm keeping the front page of the LA TIMES, the one that says this war has begun. It'll be put in a box, right next to the paper from 9/12, the day after the WTC fell and the Pentagon burned, and next to the paper that has me, a little 6 or 7 year old, on the cover, with a book, that doesn't have any bad new in it, like some fucked timeline. I want to keep all the papers that come out from this day forth till this war is over, just to be able to bring them out and show my children, or my friends children that this is what happens when people stop caring. I'm out.....