I Am April the Sixth

The abyss of florescents and tile flooring sucks me in and I jab back with force, force, force.

Man shaketh and I join to sing along that same song. I am bigger than this. We are bigger than this. We must fight!

The very same call to action that doth wake us from our slumber is alive and we must learn to break the bones of the rich and giveth the marrow to the poor.

Good Lord, what is that you toldeth last Sunday? That you hath risen, you hath risen. Teach us that song, tune our hearts and let us go, let us go. Dawn may break but the sun she cometh.

We must throw stones and shout like the fire! We are alive. We are alive and Good One, you shine. These pages; I will fill by the 17th year of my time. Moses wrote his books and I will write mine.

Genesis is here for us all so that we may defeat the fall. So pick him up, the God that you call and breathe life into these grains of sand and after take my hand. This Alexander, is the life we had planned.