Twenty Twenty-five, many years on the Gregorian or Christian Calendar. Bated breath waiting for Christ’s return. Thank God no one’s holding it, that’s for damn sure.
This year has been fine for me, but a full-out flaming fuck for many! And those with the hose in their hand turn the water off and walk away with dry, dirty pockets full of money and not an ounce of care.
My worst enemy, I would not starve and deny medical treatment. That is evil beyond belief. There are those trying to rise against the tide of evil sprouting up around the globe, thick and effulent.
When the world is one burnt husk, try ye in high places, eating your money.
Still, we hope and pray that some sanity will filter down to the world leaders.
This New Year’s, I hope for an epiphany all over the world: “Treat my fellow as my self.”
It matters not what race, colour or creed we are all one!
This Earth we share. Nothing grows on scorched ground.
Storium 
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