Anarchist A_

Description

Today I remembered hypocrisy. They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams. They sell anything if we are ready to buy It up. If it is hard to tell who ‘’they’’ are, it could be because of us…

All we ever wanted was everything. White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it for every tomorrow. And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.

Cautions & Warnings

For external use only

Avoid contact with eyes

Keep out of reach of children

Store in a cool, dry place