Time On My Hands
On having two choices too many.
Like the blood of the ancients who at the time seemed like giants.
Made me see them for the frauds they were, and yet, I cannot cross over.
For the two choices I have been given are just as equally immoral as the otra. Isn't there a third way?
Where is Liberty when I need her? Where are the new declarative guards?
Are we still drunk from last night's harlot? The approach of timeless zero's told us, yet, we could not hear the deafening truth.
They said no one would know, but 'him'. I say this has been an incredible hoax! No more preponderance of the evidence is needed.
Action is needed, lest you annihilate! Children know of the stolen inheritance. Will they ever get it back? They will. I'll tell you why.
Because I have plenty of time on my hands!
About the Creator
Hoyt Douglas Battles
The reluctant writer emerges from the thicket of discontent wanting to scold society for the lies and deceit.
Unsure of his methods, he embraces his individual excellence and immeadiately received an offer to publish his very first novel!
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