The vocal point of a downcasted image....*Untitled*

[Da Actual Real]

The shadow of broken lives subliminally echo through a night so cold....

Their depression lurks from a distance with athiest's and forgotten souls...

In the clutches of capitalism, spiritual treason for the dollar signs...

Decisions to leave enemies in the wrath of a higher one....

Or between the barrels of loaded nines...

Raised in organized anarchy...forever winter with the heaters and white flakes...

Pacifists in the eyes of a plush life...but going nowhere in the quickest pace...

Seeking refuge through every prayer but also ignorant to every sin...

Lusting for forgiveness, the only element to save us from the position we are in..

Injustified by the demon of politics..slaves in the rubble or mankind...

The vocal point of a downcasted image....but through it....we will soon shine!!!!...

[Iceberg]

Melanie federico goes to willoughby south and has no friends

[Hobo_Bill]

ummm.. who the hell is Melanie Federico? And why should we care if she has no friends? *This* isn't high school, leave that shit where it belongs.

[Iceberg]

Don't worry about Melanie, If you don't know her then obviously I wasn't talkin' to you

[Hobo_Bill]

I think we need a Moron smiley.. With a little arrow pointing to this jackass ^^^^^.... Take your childish shit back to high school, like I said the first time.