And what about the evangelistic yet-2B-attained level of spirituality remain in the abyss of human logic B4 excavating any semblance of raw unvarnished Truth-N-Love?

How can we re-start the process of
dexoxifying ALL pseudo-hoods that have not only taken up residence, but have also slow-dripped themselves N2 our collective consciousnesses of what humans construe as viable conversation that is not #breakingNEWS?

Why do social media weapons of conversation ignore the wisdom of sacred scrolls as the list of manufactured ingredients viewed on remote control panels no more than a power grabbag of scripts edited by a few malicious business-MEN who prefer personal greed to equality-in-need?

How much longer with the weaking flicker of of translucency hope be able to light the way towards hidden pathways leading the meek who shall inherit what's left of this earth into a direction so some of us can lick just a bit of potential global lasting love and happiness on the tip of our universal tongue?

On the other hand, here we still exist2the best of our ability in OH-so unsympathetic regions of politically orgasmic power games that would rather hush us up with surveys of ear candy while locking us in cages behind Doors of Delusion that are so sound proof to the cries in the shadows that even screaming child receives no mercy.

So why should we even believe those who say they look out for the best interest of the ninety-and-nine when we can all know that the one percent will4ever hide behind their spit-shined routine scripts that convince those who are unaware of the rules of voluntary entrapment?

And here we are embarking on into another score of the centure, watching half-naked Truth lifts her lamp and her skirt to get The Fireside Liar's attention.

So Lady Truth, perhaps you should show a little more political skin. Perhaps one day the judge of the American Pageant will remove the sign on the door that says: 

"Sorry Democracy. Nobody's home."