Denise,
At the finest hour, there will be a roar,
It will be not whisper but it will start a war,
Who do they protect, but only themselves,
No idea what it is like to call God for help.
I have written prior, that they will approach fast,
As people don’t follow within, as they harass,
It is what one believes what they have omitted,
Seek deep down, as the tongue will not be livid,
The cruelness of their own race, sets a pattern,
To destroy their own egos and it not a lantern,
It is Denise, who is the chosen and they hide her,
The night draws fast, as someone will stop to deter.
A line approaches to the west,
As it is not time to second guess.
Love Ryan XOXO