Chris Dread's Blog

Heart battered at the sense that nothing will change .. Or the only hopes of change is if somehow, all together all at once, we can feel the exact same feeling. Some element unknow to us, will all get us to agree on one agenda .. I can feel the window closing swiftly ..  We must react now... I can feel the presence of evil breathing down our necks.. The stench on the breath of a demon, the awful smell, not originating from the mouth, but from the belly of this beast... We are running and running only to tire and cramp up... There is a power though. A force of good right on its tale, scratching it's back .. We must be steadfast.