I'm frustrated about awful, unthoughtful human nutcases. They show no improvement. They're ones with whom you can't touch basis. They're tasteless, graceless, faithless, satanic bandits and will transit from life's pages, unless they manage to be courageous and slice traces of evasive damage until sinful wages have vanished. Banished to never stain the fold's canvas, which drains the soul's chances of beneficial advances. Bold answers can be found in the scripts, the double edged cutlass, which expounds the what ifs and uplifts. You're traveling off-road and come to... What's this? A crossroad and like justice from a crossbow, you'll see the toss goes to you, a lost soul. Also, even if you're stumbling, it's better than being a rock upon which moss grows, because you're tumbling. The wonderment is when you stop, if you were careful being prayerful, you will have landed upon the Rock. Atop a solid foundation, cosmic compared to any mason, a spot where logic meets with sound revelations. I often wonder if it's relevant what I spit, do people find it legit, or if they're more worried in their minds if it's lit? As an Israelite, I speak this, humility is not weakness, especially when you're purposely trying to be like Jesus. My enemies are those in my own house. I ain't talking about a roach or a mouse. I'm talking about folks like my spouse. The children and grandchildren crouch like the tiger like I'm the hidden dragon though I'm the provider. Imagine the East Asian spider - the Brown Recluse, the survivor reduced to raising vipers and changing poop diapers. I'm frustrated! Why? Cause of what I need to do. I need to see this through. How can a trial be this cruel and seem so unbeatable.