My self service is to your disservice , Respect to my face is to you, Disrespectful. My obligations to love are brash and flashy as you asked me ,what am I trying to show off? I am an amalgam of precious dirt, Hell ,Gold had to found and cleaned, Where does the line end between being so Godly and so pure and being human ? We have become more imperfect in our effort to be perfect. We speak in different languages sing different tunes over each other without a chance to talk or communicate or appreciate. Our worldly differences cut through us like chainsaws. The World is here today it will be when we are gone . We are a funny species ,we are bottled up on this little grain of sand that sits on a grain of sand , we are trivial ,irrelevant ,not that big of a deal . Lets live in some harmony while we are here the little time that we have, My pillars are shaken today these pillars that I So proudly created. The times are forgiving maybe not quite like they u...