Poor, Decieved Society

People walking, talking in their heads on a winters gray day. Little
girls buying sweets with allowance money. Business man, wearing sweat
pants on the Lords day. How dare he relax his mind and soul when much
torment fills his heart. He goes home to his deceived life, and sits
down at his deceived table to eat his deceived meal. Prepared by his
deceived wife who works all day to make a little money to deceive
herself with. And their sun never sets. Only clouds cover their light
as they live, day to day, hour to hour, in a deceived world.

My head spins at the sight of this man. This model of the mongrols
that raised me. The beasts that teach simpleness as an exruciating
duty. Their forgiveness is unwanted. As is their life.