Too see and not to hear.

The invisible external force that can not even be heard. Soo shocking and soo merciless, there is not even a drop of blood to speak off. Day and night, time doesn’t exist. Many names have fallen , high and low, far and wide.

Kings, Queens, heads of state even preachers of the most high have fallen by the way side. Should we call him a killer ? or shall we call him an assassin? No trial have I ever heard of him.

Many names have been given.

Some call him depression some call him anxiety, even stress. Yet still I have never heard any news of his capture yet breathless, spirit less bodies are piling up in the numbers lye.  

Amongst all the chaos and noise should I be called a prophet or god among men! I have found him. There is no powerful force among the living such as he. Pain it’s his identity.

Stop the name calling, stop blaming one another and give yourself in him who is the cause of all.