Two years living as a missionary on the streets of North Mexico

3rd World of poverty, fear, and cartels

only a faint glimmer of hope, a unity yet burns with clarity from presence homogeneity.

I loved Mexico and despised Mexico.

Cartels move in the open, Kill in the open

While all cower without sense of Defense

Carlos Santos became the worlds Richest

Seent how he took over all social industry

Analysis of the third world issue, in scars upon my flesh.

17 years later I look upon my Third World Homeland.

Greatest Nation on eURF

God NEED forsake the pussy

Only We the People

By courage & blood

Able redeem ourself

In the only form

Democracy

Research & PURGE

Body is sick infested

Fever kill all good bad N ugly

Strong only survive

Weak dead damn own

faggit fathers & whore mothers

Brave FEAR no mistake

Heart & mind married

Vision of Morrow Horizon

Land of Liberty

All living things

Forest if monopolizes

Destitution all soil

Need burn unto ASHE