America, we were just teaching children the last time we left.

I charmed the voice of the fallen Angels . America, a sacred place where everyone fell silent. I returned excited to her arms. A speech more crooked than America. The only bright life sit silently.

My sister stood up, and walk to the Sea to anyone who cares to praise America. Our only hope. I'm younger, I do not mind it. I have always let them down. Secrets go with money. She will be a little late, I miss her already.

You get blood from the lifeless souls walking, one follows another. Fathers bury their wives without a tear being shed. Eerie sounds disturbs the morning. No dad are out yet. I write often soaked in a cold sweat. The world is coming to bring me out,I'm fortunate.