You Are Sheep

If the title doesn't tell you what this is about, stop. I don't care if you like what I type. Nor has it really mattered that you whine. You all whine a lot. Like I don't have enough with work, family, and stopping IR. Do you wake at the middle of the night, heart racing, sure that you saw someone smoking in your yard. At first you think that no one would be out there. Then you get a call from some friends you new near the coast. They talk about a good pal you knew back in the day, how he changed his life around, and has been writing these new beliefs of his down. You check it out, just to see what is going on, and end up reconnecting with your old pal. Then he starts having you help out with some text. Really gets you into rapping your mind around his ideas. Till that day comes, when he stops acting like he wants peace, and you are seated to this first of many persecutions of those not of any relevance. You're soon trimmed from the herd as being to weak to handle what needs done. Still, if for nothing but peace of mind, you follow what your good old pal is up too. Then you find out what a cold war really is. The night is always to quiet to sleep. To loud and fast paced in the day. People seem to know of you, heard your name from a "friend" of theirs. You meet others like yourself. They have seen things, signs of what could be happening, and they want you to help. Why not, that is what you think, help a few people, maybe you can even quiet your mind in the process. Oh, if only it were so easy. We stand against IR, or we will fall beneath his heel. Now, go learn to hate IR, you simple lamb of his butchery.