Do you see what I see?
Drinking and partying now a global decree?
Do you hear what I hear?
A terribly weak resolve to endure in the face of personal fear?
Do you eat what I eat?
Inorganics that rob of the bush taste of simple foods like meat?
Do you wear what I wear?
Clothes with no longer a purpose to cover but to cause a stare?
Do you live where I live?
Watching my back trying to protect my life from a neighborly thief?
Do you drink what drink?
Dregs full of self that make me from humanity sink?
Do you walk the way I walk?
Pride that kill brain cells and return me to mom to sulk?
Do you sit where I sit?
Alone, in need, but unwilling to move my feet?
Do you know these times are telling?
Infallible proofs above that the Messiah is coming?
