Argument of zendeviant

Shine bright in darkening days
that heart may be opened, mind freed.

In prayer, no fear.
Fearless care only for truth
and cannot be threatened
by a lying jury.

Shining fearless meek
bear the hope of all,
fed by daily bread,
recognizing only in person.

Words to encourage and challenge are
sharpened and turned on authors.
The trickster turns hunger to starvation.
Truth finding love is our only salvation.

I feel a great sadness. No one is interested in justice anymore. I am surrounded by comfort and convienience seekers. Sheeples. Blue-pillers. Fucktards. Consumers.

Where are the other cowboys? The wanderers who are not lost?
When did truth take second seat to blame?

Prayer.